New Year

Every New Year’s Day, I take time to start a new project or clean out the studio. This year, I found an old haiku from college I wrote when I was frustrated in a class. I think it still holds true. Take risks, and make them your friends.

You see, you see..

I’m in a new book with many fellow Rhode Island writers and artists. Put together by my friend Xander Marro and part of the Demons book series. Available at dmnspress.com/

“Freedom’s just another word for legs with a mind of their own. Fantastic book for travel and plotting escape plans! Sometimes you just have to go, and/or sometimes you look around and realize that you’ve been left behind.

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As part three of a book series that presents thematic collections of writing & pictures by visual artists/musicians/performers/people who have some affiliation with a broad and vaguely defined “world of art”, DMNS presents: Leaving. Perfect bound. 184 pages, RISO printed silkscreened cover on flocked paper. Contributors = a stacked deck of mostly Rhode Islanders past/present/future: Paul McCarthy, Sam Lopes, Rick Benjamin, Kevin Hooyman, Jacob Khepler, Ron Rege Jr Jr, Maren Jensen, Jo Dery, Jieun Reiner, Jim Drain, Cybele Collins, Anabel Vázquez, Jed Hancock & Rebecca Noon, Erik Ruin, Rebecca Siemering, S. Hollis Mickey, JR Uretsky, Dailen Williams , Robert Arellano, Jim Frain, Mark Baumer, and Alan Powell.”@ Xander Marro

Here is the original poem about a conversation with my 4-year-old last year:

You see…you see….

Watching TV, with the little person

She turns to me and says, “How do people die?”

Well, I say, people get old you see…and sometimes sick.

“Oh,”she says,”When you get old, will you die?”

 

Probably.

I say, when I get old, not wanting to think about it.

Trying not to let me eyes get misty.

 

She says, “I’ll miss you,” staring at the screen.

 

The next day

tucked in as tight as a baby

she says, “Mama, you are going to die someday,

but me and Dada ARE NOT.”

Very seriously.

Her eyes set on me.

Hard. Daring me to say the contrary.

 

Well, you see….

 

Then, “How did Grandpa die? Was he old or did he leave the store?”

 

Well….that’s a good question….

I do my best to explain the Big C.

 

Morning after.

Wake up call.

Gentle shake.

 

“Mama. I told my teachers at school you are going to die someday.”

You did? I say, half awake.

Peep, peep, peep outside.

“Uh huh. But I told them I will miss you.”

Kiss on the cheek.

This evening.

Tuck in.

 

“Mama. I want to sleep on your belly.”

She puts her head on my heart.

Her body wrapped around my middle.

My breech baby.

 

It all comes around again.

Goodnight.

Rebecca Siemering 2015

Well Suited

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Selections from 14 Days

It’s been two weeks so far into the daily art challenge. Here are a few selections from the past week.

Working, working…

I am participating in a 30 day art challenge with 90 other artists. Each day, we need to make a piece of art and send it to artist/curator Alison Owen. It’s been a nice challenge so far. I have been experimenting with paper. The blog is here if you are interested in looking what we are up to.

Flying South

It’s a pleasure to make work for friends. This new textile piece, is heading south soon to one of them. It’s called, Skimp Mantle. Skimp is a word my grandmother loved to use, it was part of her personal vocabulary of economy in her everyday life. Made of found lottery tickets, this piece continues a series based on rising above loss, or protecting one’s self from it. In the Rhode Island School of Design Museum, in the textile area there is a small raincoat made of woven fibers. Made in China, the brown, tough and stringy fibers of some plant are woven delicately and made to keep someone sheltered. A lovely piece made from the local environment, and what was at hand. I tried to make something similar.

Quilling

Trying out a new skill.  Christmas will be full of swirls.