Tin Man

"While you were on the run from one thing

Finding your way to another,

You found me sharp and in mid swing

And you asked, Will you come with me?

 

Well. That put me in motion and gladly, I dropped everything

Every little thing, save for my devotion ... "

Tin Man by Teena Marie Fancey
8"X10" mixed media on board
found metal, vintage ephemera, monopoly house

 

*To meet the Tin Man in person and to read more of his thoughts, visit the Craig Gallery in November 2013

 

 

 

Sparking an idea

Knowing my penchant for vintage and found objects, my friend David gifted me a pair of industrial safety glasses and a tin box filled with 'confetti' bits cut from a publishing project he was binding...a perpetual calendar. He gave these 'confetti' bits a clever name--I will ask him to recall what that was--and told me he hoped I would be inspired to create a work using these items. That was almost 2 years ago and I have been waiting for the right idea to pop into my head so I could incorporate these items into my work.

This week it hit me.

Here's the progress so far....the working title for now is "From Static". Stay tuned...more progress to be posted very soon.

Thank you again David!

 

 

Lady in Waiting

The waiting is the hardest part, our lovely lady, here to the right, seems resigned to the fact that she must wait. And so she does. But what is she waiting for? Perhaps a poem could shed some light?

Lady in Waiting by Teena Marie Fancey

Adrift without mooring in a pea green boat
Heart full to bursting, body ready to feast
Ravenous, with runcible spoon in hand
I dream by the light of the moon

The taste of honey already on my tongue
Your ocean skin and waves of hair
I’m caught in a counter current, your pull
I dream by the light of the moon

The Owl and the Pussycat is a favourite childhood

poem of mine. I often use the image of the pea green boat

to depict the idea of romance in my work...

The promise of romance is a funny and fleeting thing and we can't get enough of it.

It causes us to do many things like walk on air, giggle, shave our legs and sometimes makes us forget who we are and we'll risk everything for just a little.

Stay tuned...more later this week.

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The Fireworks burst and I'm kicking up dust

Here we have the finished product. My first finished piece for When She Was Bad (opens 2011).

Title: Dirt and Devil-May-Care (SOLD)

Medium: acrylic on cradled board, photographic transfer, toy gun cap-ring.

Size: 16" X 20"

Inspired by the original photo, a cap-ring and a poem of the same name.

Dirt and Devil-May-Care

by Teena Marie Fancey

Strike the match and I am already in flames
The hiss of ignition and I’m burning alive
Turning sweat into steam and I swear to God

We had ‘Once upon a time’ then we jumped to the middle
Skimming, skipping, looking for the good parts
Caught up in pulp, we see truths in the fiction

What kind of salvation is on your tongue?
You lay a hand as you pass and I want to be saved
Feed me your body, blood and a crust of bread

Words and winds and my fate is struck
The fireworks burst and I’m kicking up dust
Dirt and Devil-may-care and be damned

When the sparks fly I am so good at being bad
The fireworks burst and I’m kicking up dust

Dirt and Devil-may-care and be damned

Dirt and Devil-May-Care

This is my all time favourite photograph in my vast collection of old photos. It magically captures the feeling of flying sparks between these two!

It also inspired me to write a poem which then inspired a new piece (stay tuned) for my upcoming 2011 show called,
"When She Was Bad" where I will be showing work as well as poetry accompanying some of the pieces. I find writing can solidify a vision for a painting, and the reverse can be true too.

I will share this poem as a taste of what When She Was Bad will have to 'say' and what the painting might look like. Will post the results soon as I've already begun to put brush to board and have a handfull of used toy gun cap rings...hmmm. Enjoy...

Dirt and Devil-May-Care

When the sparks fly I am so good at being bad
The fireworks burst and I’m kicking up dust
Dirt and Devil-may-care and be damned

Strike the match and I am already in flames
The hiss of ignition and I’m burning alive
Turning sweat into steam and I swear to God

We had ‘Once upon a time’ then we jumped to the middle
Skimming, skipping, looking for the good parts
Caught up in pulp, we see truths in the fiction

What kind of salvation is on your tongue?
You lay a hand as you pass and I want to be saved
Feed me your body, and blood and a crust of bread

Words and winds and my fate is struck
The fireworks burst and I’m kicking up dust
Dirt and Devil-may-care and be damned

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