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CAA New Member Show & makin’ stuff

Is there anything more annoying than a sluggish computer mouse?  I think not.  I may have to fling this one into the backyard with the lawn clippings…

How has my week been?  Perhaps I can summarize by asking if you can you guess what song my son has had on repeat today?  No, not “The Wheels On The Bus.”  No, not “If You’re Happy and You Know It.”  He’s been playing the brooding Godzilla theme song all day.  Why…WHY, you may ask?  Well, because he listens to it (with the volume WAY UP) and then pretends to be Godzilla knocking down a block city and stomping on matchbox cars, that’s why.  Most of his peers are interested in Skylander Giants, Ninjago, or Spiderman.  My son finds those marginally interesting, but his heart belongs to Godzilla.

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Sigh.  He’s kind of a social outcast with his Godzilla obsession.  As a worrier, this concerns me.  Why can’t he just like Batman like all of the other kids?  In addition, I am concerned that he will want to BE Godzilla for Halloween.  This would be totally beyond my non-existent costume-making ability.  Maybe he’s settle for a green sweatpants/sweatshirt combo with some strategically placed tie-hangers on his back?

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No?  Oh well.  I give up.  I’ll worry about that again in half an hour…

So, I had a meeting this week at the Cambridge Art Association about an upcoming group show.  While I was there, I got to see the New Member Show that was up.  This is an exhibit of the people who were recently accepted into the Cambridge Art Association.  Congratulations all!  There was some great stuff to see:

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Elizabeth Hardjono, Silence, Magnesium Plate Etching

Ahem.  I love this.  This print is sooooo beautiful.  I wish that the artist had a website. (HINT HINT) I’d love to see MORE of her other work.  Don’t you LOVE the delicate figure?  Isn’t the composition amazing?  I love it.

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Lynne Klemmer, Intuit Images: TD Woman #5, Gouache / Pigment

This painting is so different, yet also beautiful.  Great colors…great form and markings…I love how it fills the paper…look at her face!  I’d love to see more in this series as well.  You can check out her website, but it seems that this series of paintings are not up yet.

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Tom Stocker, Tom + Sally, Acrylic on Canvas

No, these aren’t fabric, they’re paintings!  This artist’s technique is inspired by textiles, as I learned from his website.  The images are comprised of tiny blobs of multicolored paint, gridded much like needlepoint.  No joke.  Isn’t that amazing?

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Conny Goelz Schmitt, Luftschloss, Mixed Media

I was SO excited to see this beautiful piece, as I know this artist!  (Does that somehow make me more important?)  She participated in the Artist’s Professional Toolbox program with me at Montserrat College of Art.  He work is amazing.  She often works with materials from old books as well.  Great job, Conny!

What have I been up to?  Well, not much…

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I’ve discovered how delicious cinnamon toast w/ butter and an iced coffee is for breakfast.  I may have to make this my meal of choice for the whole day!  Who needs vitamins?  That’s what Flintstones are for!

I’ve also rediscovered how I love to make weird stuff and mail it to people.  My latest:

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This is one of those “fortune tellers” that we used to make as kids.  I kind of made mine a photomontage.  SO MUCH FUN.  I know.  I’m brilliant.  What?  The living room is a mess?  No one has fed the fish today?  Why is there spilled iced coffee on the dining room table?  Pshaw.  Don’t bog me down with such BANAL matters.  I’m makin’ STUFF.

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What’s this mess, you may ask?  MWAH-HA-HA!!!  It is an INSANE little patchwork project that I’ve started.  LOOK AT HOW TINY THOSE PIECES OF FABRIC ARE!  The small squares are 1.5 cm x 1.5 cm.  I kid you not.  CRAZY.  Luckily, I’m nearsighted.

Umm…if you’re wondering how my latest drawing is going…it’s coming along.  Sloooowly.  Well, I don’t like to rush perfection.  (That’s a joke).  Actually, the truth of it is that I have A.D.D. when it comes to MAKING STUFF.  Does anyone else have that problem??????  What’s the opposite of A.D.D.?  O.C.D.?  Sometimes, I do wish that I had O.C.D. about cleaning stuff, as I’m particularly weak in the housekeeping department.  (I’m not making light of O.C.D….that’s serious, and I’m not.)  I do SOMETIMES make an effort not to be messy.  But, as I just finished reading, Coming Clean: A Memoir, by Kimberly Rae Miller, I feel like the queen of cleanPlease read this book.  It is a heartbreaking memoir of a woman growing up with a father who is a hoarder.  Not just messy, like me, but an actual hoarder.  It’s an AMAZING read.

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Hmm.  Maybe I will go and clean up something just to reassure myself that I’m not a hoarder…starting with my spilled iced coffee and the fallen block city that my son so lovingly toppled over this afternoon…then I’ll likely get distracted and start making stuff again…SEND HELP!

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Perhaps a skylight would help?

Is it Friday already?  How did this happen?

Well, this is the FIRST week in a month that I’ve actually gotten a chance to DRAW.  I almost forgot which end of the pencil to use!  Just kidding…luckily, my friend got me a deranged pencil sharpener to help me out:

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Yes.  There it is.  (except that mine is black.)  Did I mention that the cat meows when you use it???  SICK.  Actually, having this thing around pretty much ensures that all of my pencils will remain dull.  I’m also keeping it away from my five-year-old, who will want some kind of explanation that I cannot possibly give him without him needing years of therapy, which I don’t want to start him on until he’s at least eight.  I think that my friend would have preferred to have given me this in person, as my horrified reaction is really the priceless part of the gift.  Thanks, TB.  I’m going to have nightmares tonight…

Besides eating my weight in chocolate chip cookies this week, I also went to the The Art Complex Museum in Duxbury to see the work of my advisor, Adria Arch.

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Adria Arch

So exciting!!!!  She has her work in the main room of the Art Complex.  Her work is large and has a lot of impact, so it’s great to see it with the space that it needs.

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Adria Arch

The show is titled, “Iconic.”  She plays with the subconscious markings of other people and magnifies and intensifies them into monumental glyphs.  The forms, compositions and colors are very compelling.  I can’t help but wonder who made each of these marks?  I love the mysterious quality of them.

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Adria Arch, I Love You More, 2013, Acrylic on canvas, 96″ x 96″

In her words, “These elements, spattered across and extending beyond the picture plane, bring to mind galaxies and explosions of energy. The compositions suggest randomness, belying an intentional painting process in which I project and then paint enlarged pencil lines onto canvas, wood panel, or walls. My practice grows out of the tradition of mark-making. I am drawn to the expressiveness found in unselfconscious pencil doodles – some I find and some I elicit from other people. The eccentric lines derived from these marginal marks are, for me, metaphors for boundless physical energy: floating, spinning, and falling through space.”  So fascinating!  Please go and see this show. It’s up from May 36 – August 18.

While I wish that I had a modicum of physical energy, I have managed to do SOME productive things this past month.

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Look what I grew!  Actually, I should say…”Look what I didn’t kill!”  Yes…that’s an ORCHID.  The flowers fell off a couple weeks after I bought it, which made me sad as I thought that was the kiss of death.  BUT NO!  I discovered that if you WATER it…more flowers will grow.  Imagine that!  I am convinced that plants hate me, so I am happy that this one didn’t get the memo.  My other plants are probably blowing it raspberries in their own plant-like way.

Speaking of blowing raspberries, my son is back at school this week.  SANITY.  He was NOT happy about that, but I felt that I should not mislead him by thinking that school is “optional.”  He says that he is besides himself with boredom.  I nod.

Welcome to reality, kid!

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This is what he would prefer to do all day, rather than “boring” activities, like making bumble bees out of construction paper.  (can crafts EVER be boring????)  He told me that this is a hotel.  Perhaps my son will become the next Donald Trump?  As his mother, though, I would not allow him to have the Donald’s hair, though.  In reviewing his design, I feel that the penthouse unit has a catacomb-like quality to it.  Thoughts?  Perhaps a skylight would help?  Maybe he’s catching onto the micro hotel thing in Japan?:

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There must not be a word for, “claustrophobia” in Japanese.  Those wouldn’t work in the States anyway, as they’d each need to be the size of a shipping container to work with our girth.

Speaking of…I’m going to go and look for more cookies.  Let me know if you need me to sharpen any pencils for you.

 

 

 



The future is blobby…
March 28, 2013, 11:12 pm
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WELL.  This was an exciting week because:

1. I got some work done.

2.  It didn’t snow.

Is the bar set a little low here?  Probably.  Wellll, as long as I can rest my drink on it, it’s fiiiine with me!  Did I mention that I did three loads of laundry today?  YES!!!  WATCH OUT, MARTHA STEWART!!!

Now, I’m sure that some of you performed brain surgery, or split an atom or two, or whatnot.  I drew and did laundry. (so nyah!!!)  Such is the life of the hybrid housefrau/artist.  No, I didn’t draw my laundry, (I barely folded it for Lord’s sake) but that’s definitely going to be my next series.  I’m trying to keep this new series under wraps until I have TWO drawings done, as you don’t really have a much of a series without at least TWO, right? (Or is that just to make a thing go right, a la Rob Base?)

Are you still reading???  AMAZING!

So, tonight I went to the opening of my advisor’s new show at the Concord Art Association.  The show is titled, “A Room of Our Own.”  On exhibit is the work of a group of female artists who regularly meet to discuss the profession and support one another.  The title of the show is, of course, a reference to Virginia Woolf’s, A Room of One’s Own.  These artists and their careers have been enriched not just because they each have “a room of one’s own” (a studio), but also because they have had each other.  Lovely!  The show is curated by Merrill Comeau.  I have some images, but not many…as it was a crowded event!

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Adria Arch, Red Blue Diptych

So THIS is the work of my advisor!  Don’t you love it?  I’m sorry for the weird angle of the photo, but it was impossible to get directly in front of it and back up far enough for a good shot.  Her work is inspired by the subconscious mark-making of others.  She plays with scale, color, layering, etc.  It was great to see her and hear her talk about her work.

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Kathleen Volp, The Town

You might recognize this artist’s name, as I featured her in another recent post.  It was great to hear her talk about her work as well!  This piece was about the universal pain of loss.  Very beautiful.  She’s really masterful with both material and image.  I was hoping to chat with her, but she wasn’t feeling well and left soon after speaking.

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Margot Stage, Water Words

This artist described herself as a bit of a scavenger…taking delight in the often overlooked objects that she finds on her walks.  This series incorporates driftwood in a study of repetition of form.  I should have taken a close up so that you could see the detail of her work, comprised of driftwood and brass rods.  I like how she’s arranged them, not in a linear was as a sort of “sentence,” but as almost the visual representation of primordial sounds.  I also think of the scratchy marks of a polygraph, revealing what is invisible to the eye.

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Ilana Manolson, Navigation I

Ilana Manolson is well known for her gorgeous, watery landscapes.  Here, she is also incorporating some image transfer of what must be nautical charts, reminiscent of ripples of water.  It’s fascinating to see her subtle painting overlap and interact with the clean lines of the transfer.

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Jeanne Williamson, (Fence) Shirts and (Hot) Flashes #1 – 6

Now, I was lucky enough to be introduced to this artist.  I’ve seen her work in many other shows, so it was really nice to finally meet her.  I love how graphic these are, but if you could see them up close, you would notice the delicate stitching throughout each piece.  They are compelling on many scales.

Unfortunately, I didn’t get photos of all of the artists (not even close to getting it of all of the work.)  SO, you’ll have to GO and see the show yourself!  Ahem, that’s an order.  Since quitting my job to be a better mommy, I’m good at dishing out tasks, but not so good at completing them myself…I used to be the opposite when I was working, so I feel that this shows some “growth.”  Again…pulling myself up to that LOW bar…

Did I mention that I did three loads of laundry today?

Okay, besides laundry, I also finished knitting a hat that I’ve been toiling over for a few weeks:

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Cute, right?  I had to rip out 1/4 of it, when I decided that I didn’t like the colorway of the second ball of yarn.  AND, I made a pom pom.  Check THAT out, you atom-splitters out there…

My son brought home this creation from school today:

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He tells me that it is a house.  I love it.  I love it not because I’m an architect and I’m partial to buildings, but because this lumpy, misshapen thing on the curling paper plate is my son’s design.  I’m wondering what the significance of the yarn halo is at the top, but I’ll have to ask about it tomorrow.  No, my son is NOT a first year student in an MArch program…nor was this a study model for Selfidges by Future Systems:

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That’s fondly called “Blobitecture.”  NOT my cup of tea, thankyouverymuch.  I’m all for design that pushed the envelope, just not quite like THAT.  Push it back.  Please.

No, my son is in preschool.  By the time he’s old enough to be in an MArch program, we’ll all be living in blobitecture pods, eating synthetic meat, and using a 3D printer to make everything from our clothes to our houses.  I’ll be crabby and sullen and complaining that he doesn’t come to visit me in my retirement pod, nor does he bring me any synthetic meals, nor does his online avatar ever call.  Ever.  Actually, by then I’ll probably not know how to even answer a phone…so i’ll just end up accidentally turning on the robotic lawnmower instead of accepting his call.

Sigh.

At least I”ll HAVE a robotic lawnmower…



Feeling blue and eating blue…it’s all about excess…
March 15, 2013, 10:09 am
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On Tuesday, it was 54 degrees outside.  Today, it’s 19.  I’m moving to Florida.  (just kidding…not that there’s anything wrong with Florida…)

This has been one of those weeks where I have had no free time, and yet it’s unclear what I’ve accomplished.  I’ve done very little drawing, and my house is still a mess.  Hmm.  I think that I’m also going through a slight phase of S.A.D. (seasonal affected disorder.)  Maybe I need to up the wattage of our lightbulbs around the house?  Or maybe I just need more chocolate?  Does anyone else out there feel slightly blue right now?????

Sometimes, I think that keeping up with the news doesn’t  help.  I’m a worrier, and the news provides endless fodder for my neurotic brain to chew on.  Did you know that more and more small children are developing anorexia?  No joke.  I listened to it on NPR.  HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE????  And it’s not those scary pageant queen mommies that are causing it.  Now, I’m analyzing what I say about food in front of my son.  Apparently, we shouldn’t say that there is “bad” food or “good” food.  WHAT??? Really???

WELL, pshaw…my mother recently bought THIS disturbing item for my son:

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Now, I ask you…is this not the POSTER CHILD of “bad” food?????  Actually, I’m not sure that it qualifies as food at all! Whew! (Thanks, mom…)  Perhaps I don’t have to worry about childhood anorexia when my son happily chews on sour gummi french fries??? Beyond gross.  So, here I am fretting about buying organic fruit and BPA free tupperware, and meanwhile my kid is eating a gummi hamburger, gummi pizza, and a side order of gummi fries.  Thank God it’s at least peanut and fat free… (They forgot to add “nutrition free” as well.  I might have to write and tell them that…)

The thing is, I would have TOTALLY wanted this as a kid too.  Actually, I had a tendency to choose anything colored blue: blue frosting, blue gum, blue italian ices.  Gross, right?  Well, in spite of my deviant dietary desires, I turned out “normal”, right?  Hmm.  Actually, SCRATCH THAT.  NO BLUE FOOD ALLOWED, lest my son become a neurotic worrier like his mom.

The gummi “lunch bag” is kind of beyond the pale…pure, dietary evil.

Okay enough about disgusting “food”…this week wasn’t a TOTAL waste.  I did go to the Decordova Museum.  That’s productive, right?  Their current show is called, “PAINT THINGS: beyond the stretcher.”  This was a pretty interesting show.  All of the works are definitely “beyond the stretcher,” as there was a lot of paint…but a dearth of canvas.  I really liked many things in the show.

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Kate Gilmore, Like This, Before, 2013

This piece is the remains of a performance/painting/sculptural work by Kate Gilmore.  In the performance (which you can see a video of adjacent to this piece), she is wearing a nondescript blouse, skirt and heels…typical office wear for women.  She begins by ascending the ladder on the right while carrying a large vase filled with white paint.  She walks across the top of the sculpture, sets down the vase, and climbs down a ladder on the left.  She repeats this until the entire top has a row of paint filled vases on it.  Then, one by one, she knocks over the vases (I think with her foot.)  As each vase falls, it shatters and spills paint down the channels below.  The paint runs through a hole at the bottom of each channel and fills another vase at the bottom.  FASCINATING.  I love that she’s wearing typical “office gal” clothes…and that she has to struggle to climb the ladder while carrying each vase…and that she has to carefully shimmy across the top without knocking down the other vases…and then she has to place her vase down and carefully climb down the other side.  I love the struggle, the exertion, the care, and the destruction she conveys.

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Steve Locke, Crossing Against, 2012

A very simple piece, but I loved what it does with form, light, and shadow.  The palette is almost primary colors, but they are tweaked a bit.  The face looks annoyed, but the leaning form implies a figure resting lazily against a wall.  I love the reflected neon yellow in the shadow…it makes me think of inner heat or turmoil.

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Mika Tajima, Furniture Art (series), 2011

These works are actually created with plexiglass box frames.  BRILLIANT!  I love how she has taken this totally mundane object and really played with it’s inherent characteristics and traditional role.  Detail:

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Mika Tajima, Furniture Art (detail), 2011

Aren’t the shadows amazing?  You can see an interesting video of her here.  I love how architectural a lot of her work is.  Next:

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Sarah Braman, In the Woods, 2012

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Sarah, Braman, 8pm, 2011

These works were an interesting blend of materials, color and form.  The lower piece, 8pm, actually has part of a camper in it.  I like the mix of prefabricated elements with paint and other more “raw” materials, and the limited color palette.  I also liked how she has painted In the Woods, as it almost has a three dimensional quality.  Next:

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Franklin Evans, paintthinks, 2013

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Franklin Evans, paintthinks (detail), 2013

I love the excess of this installation.  You can see in the detail photo the layer and layers of tape, colors, and photos.  Next:

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Katie Bell, Blind Impact, 2013

This was another interesting installation.  It looks as if the materials found at a collapsed house have gathered together to be reborn as a new entity.  Perhaps because of the geometry or how the piece creeps up the wall, there is a certain joy to this piece.  Here is a view from the front:

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Katie Bell, Blind Impact, 2013

No, the handrail at the bottom is not part of the piece.  Don’t you love the composition? Next:

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Claire Ashley, thing one / thing two, 2013

Amazing, right?  I apologize to the artist as there are two works in this photo, and I don’t know which is which.  The Decordova has this dramatically narrow and tall stairwell which often has incredible installation work.  The ENORMOUS piece that runs up the wall is astounding.  Claire Ashley seems to do these larger than life, bulging forms which both intimidate and excite.

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Claire Ashley, thing one / thing two, 2013

Isn’t that amazing?  I love the colors.  I love how these works have sort of infested the building, taking it over.  I wish she had had a solo show, as I’d love to see a whole gallery full of her art.  These pieces really do dwarf the viewer and gaze back with a disconcerting stare.  Next:

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Allison Schulnik, Video still from Mound, 2011

This is a still from the amazing animation by Allison Schulnik.  Her work is astounding.  Please visit her website here, and go to the “video” heading to actually see these works.  Plasticine figures erupt and morph into eerie creatures who are both engaging and disturbing.  Look at that image!  Don’t you love the starkness of the figure?  Don’t you love how it’s both fascinating and unsettling?  Please watch her videos.  You must.  I almost missed seeing them.  If you go to the Decordova, they are on view in a room behind the desk at the entry.  Go now.  You must.

So, this was not a week of “minimalism”, unless you count how much tangible work I got done.  Sigh.  I may have to resign myself to gnawing on a gummy hot dog while I mope about looking for sunlight and something blue to nibble on.  Send chocolate.  Please.



Channelling my inner ninja…
February 22, 2013, 8:44 am
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Sorry for no post last week!  I was adversely affected by Nemo: i.e. trapped indoors with nothing to do other than try to entertain a housebound 5 yr old whilst not destroying the house or my sanity.  So, we did survive Nemo.  It wasn’t pretty.  Gobs of snow.  This is the view of my husband’s excavation from the basement door…

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Hmm.  That’s kind of a lot of snow for one storm.  This is our back deck:

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That’s our deck furniture…a table and a tipped over chair (blown over by the wind).  That looks like AT LEAST two feet, doesn’t it???? The neighbors across the street:

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Don’t pity them too much.  They hire a service to come and clear out the driveway and the sidewalks, etc.  Our service was my husband, who unburied us…maybe we’ll hire someone to do it next time?  (eh, honey?) Pshaw!  What’s the fun of being a New Englander if you can’t gripe about the weather whilst heaving wet heavy snow over a five foot wall of ice?  Needless to say, I was going postal with cabin fever.  At least we didn’t lose power…I would have just stayed in bed all day if we had!  (just kidding, honeeey!!!)

The following weekend, my son and I walked through the blustering cold to a nearby friend’s house for his birthday party.  It was so fun, albeit total chaos: twenty kids tearing around the house screaming while shoving cheese and crackers into their mouths.  My son, so practical, gave me his half eaten crackers/cheese to hold so that he could run around more easily.  Everytime someone introduced themselves and shook my hand, they ended up with a palmful of crumbs. I had a glass of sangria to get me through it.

One of the activities for the kids was to make paper bag puppets.  You know…like the ones that advertise Fandango:

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Notice that his nose is a croissant.  You can see the ad here.  Ridiculous right?  Anyway, the kids made paper bag puppets.  Can you guess what the theme of the party was?

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No, that’s NOT a woman in a niqab.  It’s a NINJA!  Isn’t that hilarious and adorable?????  Like THIS:

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But not like THIS:

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Luckily, our kids haven’t gotten into this level of commercialism yet.  Coincidentally, NPR did a segment recently on the history of ninjas.  You can listen to it here.  I learned that ninjas were meant to be spies, not so much warriors.  And definitely not turtles.  There is no mention of turtles being ninjas in Japan in the 15th century.  You have to wait until the 20th century in the U.S.A.  Well, AT LEAST the kids learned the names of famous artists: Leonardo, Raphael, Donatello, and Michelangelo!  Too bad that they think they’re turtles with nunchucks (or “nunchuku” for you purists out there…)

With every day that passes, I’m more convinced that we’re all going to hell in a handbasket.

As I managed to get out of the house this week, I went to Brickbottom Gallery in Somerville to see a show that my advisor is participating in.  The show is, “Surface Matters: Exploring the Sense and Substance of Paint.”  It features the works of: Adria Arch (my advisor), Ron Brunelle, Jessie Morgan, and Diane Novetsky.  I have some images from the show:

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Adria Arch, Exhale 2, Acrylic on panel

This is the work of my advisor!  She works with other people’s doodles, manipulating and arranging them into new colors and configurations.  It’s like a graphic language of the subconscious.  Fascinating!  More:

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Adria Arch, Triangle Tangle, Acrylic on panel

This is a very large diptych.  I LOVED the colors in this one and the repetition of the shapes at different scales, colors, and layers.  These panels are built up a bit, almost like the layers of encaustic, but with acrylics.

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Jessie Morgan, Night Tide #925, Mixed media on plexi

This artist had a really interesting process of somehow squeegeeing large swaths of color on slick plexi.  The ridges of paint are visible, and it seems that she uses both sides of the plexi.  The colors in this piece are gorgeous.  You can’t tell from the photo, but there are subtle horizontal bands of a pale green that are embedded behind the dark vertical layers.  This is a rather large piece…maybe 48″x48″?

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Ron Brunelle, You Speak My Language, Acrylic on wood panel

This work also had the look of encaustic.  He gets and amazing amount of layering and color in his work.  His work also made me think of the rich and saturated hues of ceramic glazes.

All of the artists have visual depth/layering in their works, without necessarily building up a lot on the panel surface.  I think that they’ve all honed some interesting techniques.  I really enjoyed this show…so go see it if you’re in Somerville!

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Ahh…Somerville. How I miss your grittiness.  This was nearby the gallery.  You might want to bring a ninja with you if you go after dark.  If you don’t have an actual ninja to bring (who does?), you’ll have to channel your “inner ninja,” whatever that is…

Just sayin’.



More than I can chew…
April 14, 2012, 10:13 am
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Yes, you heard me.  This latest drawing that I am working on is an example of me having bitten of more than I can chew.  Because I am typically unhappy with a drawing until the final stages, I cannot bear to show you the “progress” images.  Needless to say, I’m going to be working on this one for awhile.  So, as I cannot entice you to read on with images of my own work…I’m going to digress into OTHER people’s work.

Last friday, a friend and I went to the South End’s “First Friday”, where all of the galleries are open for people to visit and schmooze.  As I hardly know anyone, I was more of the former than the latter.  I won’t go on about those that I didn’t like…but focus on one that I did.  I LOVED the work of Peter Opheim at Steven Zevitas Gallery.  Take a look:

You can see that this painting is enormous…8’x8′.  It is beautifully done…and so wry.  Opheim creates these little figures, and then does a painting of them.  In the press release, it states, “…Opheim’s paintings function as sculpture, and he does not consider them to be pictures.”  HMM!  I could sit here for an hour pondering that one…but I don’t know if I would have a profound thought in response.  HMM!  (just one of the reasons why I am not an art critic).  But, they aren’t sculptures, so what is there about the translation process from object to painting that is significant?  I feel that I am working on similar thoughts.  What is the difference between having full scale sculptures of these made, to having full scale color photos, to having these enormous paintings?  I find that kind of thing to be FASCINATING.  Overall, I found these paintings to be wonderful, humorous, and provocative.  Bravo!  Fimo elevated to Fine Art!  I love being “confronted” by these little creatures.  It’s as if a part of everyone’s childhood (unless you were allergic to clay, I suppose), has now come back to haunt us, or to make us wonder who we are.  Seriously!  I look at these and they immediately make me think, “who are we, really?”.  Don’t you think that they’re like contemporary fetishes? 

Maybe I need to cut back on the tofu again?

As I have none of my own work to show…I’m going to yet again showcase the work by my four-year old son.  This is a beach scene, I am told:

Don’t you love how ORDERLY it is?  Apparently, the tiny scribbles in the rectangles are items such as:  a beach umbrella, his swimsuit, my husband’s swimsuit, my swimsuit, etc.  I’m not sure where we are, but our clothes are there.  The complicated part at the bottom is some kind of mechanism, but I forgot what.  The other in this “series”:

I cannot remember what this is.  The top part may be an antenna, but I’m not sure.  Thoughts?  What would Freud say?  That I’m an awful mom?  I really hope not.  At least he’s not drawing those little crying faces in cages, as I showed in an earlier post.  Now, THAT was worrisome…

Yesterday, I went to visit the building that I worked on before I quit my job to be a better mom.  It was the ribbon cutting ceremony, so everyone who wasn’t involved in construction was getting to visit the building for the first time.

I was thrilled to see it complete.  Finally.  Every door was in place, every duct where it should be…and every detail realized.  I had a tremendous mix of emotions.  I was overjoyed to be finally walking around the building that I spent so many months slaving over.  But I also felt a great amount of sadness as well.

I felt sad that this was not my world anymore.  I felt sad that I had passed the construction of the project over to others.  I knew that it was in good hands…but I still handed it over…let it go.  There is nothing in architecture that is a solo endeavour.  Everything is accomplished by an enormous team of people…from the donors, to the institution, to the facilities department, to the architects…engineers…contractor…lighting designer…food service consultant…geotech…and the list goes on.  So, this isn’t “my” building by any stretch of the imagination.  Still, it feels like mine.  Only because I worked on it with every shred of my being that I had left after trying to be a reasonable wife and mother.   Every single thing…from a fire door, to an exhaust louver, to a wood ceiling, was a “labor of love” which took months to coordinate and design.  And here it is.  Finally done…both because of me, and in spite of my absence.

I look at it with extreme joy, but also with a heavy heart.

 



Both ends of the spectrum…
November 30, 2011, 10:36 pm
Filed under: Drawing, painting | Tags: , , , , , ,

Okay.  I know that I was going to TRY to focus only on black and white drawings, but I still have a couple of painting classes left…so the color is not dead yet.  Here is the painting that I did today:

Talk about less is not more!  I know.  As soon as I get a paintbrush in my hand, I lose all sense of editing and moderation.  Is there a color that I didn’t use?  I don’t think so.  The little “painting-within-a-painting” was  my teacher’s idea.  I kind of like it.  It must be so hard to be a minimalist painter…the temptation to just go crazy with colors and marks is tough to ignore.  Maybe minimalist painters get that out of their system by age 5 or so.  Not me.  Not yet!

I am still working on my drawings.  I’m going to now try to slow down and spend more time on them.  I’m also experimenting with new papers/surfaces.  This drawing was on plate bristol:

I am happy with this.  I really need an easel, though.  I just try propping that whole drawing board up on either my knee, or the handle of my luggage cart for my acrylic paints.  Clearly, this is not how Picasso probably worked.    I also have decided that I need a little clip on light for my drawing board, as it’s sometimes difficult to see the first pencil lines that I put down.  Here is a close up:

I have to work on my technique some more.  I think getting an easel might help, as I won’t be wrestling to balance the silly drawing board while I’m trying to create poetic and ethereal cross hatching.

My son keeps asking for the little clock/CD player that I took out of his room after he kept squawking about the music that I put on.  I have it at my desk in the basement.  Now I don’t want to give it back!  I keep listening to “A Charlie Brown Christmas”.  It’s the only classical/jazz cd that I have that isn’t stashed away in the attic somewhere.  It’s amazing how I can keep listening to that and not get tired of it.  Maybe I won’t feel that way by Dec. 25, but right now…it’s music to work by.  I just have to keep changing the subject whenever the topic of that little CD player comes up.  I hope that this doesn’t make me a bad mom.  Maybe I’ll have to get him his own little CD player for Christmas…along with some Lego monstrosity…because you can never have too much Lego, right?




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