time to get to Work :)
Throw Them Out??

Meet Two New Girls...

First girly ready! AND most important one. This exhibition, the group I'm exhibiting with is supporting Tibet and I'm donatating 100% of the sale price of this, my first piece in this body of work AND my very first ever Tara. I will have more details re the particular charity soon and invites for opening night too. (6pm Thursday 17th June, Manly)

T1 "Tara Beautiful"
45 x 24 x 15cms
Cheralyn Darcey 2010
assemblage sculpture of found objects
Auction piece "Together" exhibition

wooden plank (neighbors old veranda c1950s), sewing box tin lid c1960s, silver plated sugar bowl c1940s, silver plated sweet serving dish c1940s, clip on earring c1960s, brass liquor cup c1950s, strand of beads found on Manly Corso by artist, enamel brass plate c1960s, foiled beads, roof flashing, hand painted and dyed reclaimed silk, doll hands, fabric flowers, modeling clays, wire, paint.

Ab1 AND... she's finished!
"Old School - Anita Bella Rose"
Cheralyn Darcey 2010
assemblage sculpture of found objects
51 x 38 x 28cms
commission NFS
wooden plank (neighbours veranda c1950s), door lock c1920s, Imperia Russian Vodka bottle from Thailand, silver liquor glass c1960s, doll arms, velvet ribbons, wire,  Beads from various jewellery pieces c1960s to present - (Swarovski  crystals, pearls, jet beads, shells, crystal beads), iron fruit bowl, roof flashing, hand painted and dyed reclaimed silk, velvet material, adhesives, wire, paint, clays.  

Last night on Facebook I made the comment that I was lucky to have my Studio AKA Magic Workshop AKA half of the garage :D. Two people PMed and asked why was that. So this is why... I remember when rent and food where more important than art supplies, when I didn't have a home at all. Years later I remember when babies needed more attention than finding my inspiration and then I remember living far from home in another country with a big house but being too much of an Art Indiana Jones to settle down to "studio practice". But most important of all I remember not listening to my heart or the messages the earth gives me... not thinking I could be a real artist unless I had a sun filled loft in Manly while I painted  gloriously large oils. Yeah it's just a brick garage, half underground... but ohhh the Magic is there.... I look out at trees and glimpses of the sky, I hear kookaburras and others I have no name for and have lots of beautiful spiders, lizards and friends who call it home.  It's filled with old tables and funny chairs and people like to come over and sit and chat while I work. I wear old pajama pants, the air is filled with everything from Heavy Metal to Tribal Drums and teenage laughter and chatter at times... It's not a 'fancy' studio at all... it's far far more... a Magical Workshop in every way to me and YES I am VERY VERY lucky.