And now for something entirely different, as they once said on Monty Python. If there is anything I am truly addicted to it is color and shape and I just let it rip this morning. I was not pleased with the results but thats neither here nor there since that wasn't the point. I just wanted to work with color and shape and since I accomplished that, its OK. Then I threw it on photoshop and played some more. There may be snow on the ground but my heart is warmed by the fires of color!
This is what I mean about those cut-out shapes, they have a spontaneous feel to them I like. This was done for a self portrait collaborative that had so many people in it I forget who it went to. My stitches are a little different here too.
Yes, I do it, I lurk about other blog sites. I'm not adverse to leaving a comment but sometimes the blog makes it difficult to impossible to do and that irks me. Anyway, came upon this site and don't remember the blog, Demakersvan is a design team out of Rotterdam.
When you get there, click on the lace chain link fence. Amazing. If your definition of poetry includes the unexpected, then this is poetry.
The surprising part to me is how dependent the lace (the surprise) is on the banality of the chain link. Now see, thats poetry, teaching me something about the nature of art and surprises. Inversely, thats art, teaching me something about reality!
I don't know how many people out there are attracted to objects and visuals in the way I am. There's always a narrative attached to the attraction and I've talked about mine in regard to yearbooks. If the stars align properly the visuals appear in some sort of art. I have boxes of 3 dimensional objects that linger on, sighing in the box, because I usually work in 2 dimensions.
Sometimes I think I'm like a bower-bird and I'm building myself or the rest of the world a huge nest. But every piece of these collages is something I puzzle over because of beauty, or time, or some combination of both.
On another subject entirely, I saw the work of Ron Mueck last year in Columbus and then a series of shots of his work came from an ArtFest friend, Mary. In person, these have the effect of Duane Hanson, only on a massive scale and I personally find them amazing but a little creepy. That may have been because I was able to walk among them, in this form they're just amazing.
So I include one of those shots here. We report, you decide.
Another of the pieces I was digging through yesterday. I might have to do something with these, providing I can find another 9 or so hours a day......and as long as I'm wishing for the impossible, a clone would help out too.
Now here's another really good link, the artist Chris Jordan. Go there right now for some very thoughtful art about consumerism. It's amazing.
Since the days when I'd dig my mother's yearbook out of the linen closet to check out all the high school gods and goddesses, I've been charmed by yearbooks. The older they are, the better. There are so many faces, all young and hopeful and looking their best. And so much collage fodder! I'm still playing with random and semi-random placement here.
We've had rain, all you can hear are birds, rain splattering and cars swishing by. It smells like spring and its puddlelucious! Thank you e.e.!
A grey day here and the theme for this collaboration was erosion. Makes me wish I had a stream outside and a material that would erode in about 2 days. Instead I settled for old papers, maps and geography illustrations. The textbook that the illustration of cliffs comes from is copyrighted 1864. The book itself is eroded by time and mold and other parts of its crumbling cover are on the left side and at top.
I was also digging in my piles of STUFF and came across a whole box of high-contrast acetate film, I think it was called chromalith at the time. I took a workshop in Rochester, NY at the Visual Studies school and we did cyanotype with acetates of collage. You can see the clear tape between the 2 images if you look closely. I like the random, decorative cutting and may try some more of that.
A little of this and that today. First a beaded heart. I work on these out of sheer obsessive-compulsive joy. When I started doing these the pace was way toooooo slow and in a corner of my mind I was sure I'd expire before I got the darn things done. But I was teaching a class and had to stick with it. Slowly, my feelings about the pace changed and then I was hooked. Every once in awhile I HAVE to do some of these, damn the torpedoes and the cats and proceed. This one is for sale on my Etsy site.
Whoa, thats one large picture of a pin! In other Etsy news, I bought something from a site called runnybunny and I LOVE IT. My kind of ceramics, its really a miniature work of surrealism. I was also interested in the chick holding an easter egg with a bunny's head but she was out. Drat.
And lastly, who can ignore the signs of spring in my backyard? I'm with Alice Walker when she writes about not ignoring the color purple, and I can't. So here is the miracle of purple and stubborn persistence in the early spring sun:
The big grey purple thing in the background is not a rock, but a huge piece of glass my brother found on the shore of Lake Erie and passed it on to me. Gotta love Ohio, there are some great finds here.
Lately I've been thinking about randomness and chance and the role it plays in the process of making my art. The last 3 works depend on a certain amount of randomness, for instance, the shape that is formed by the text around the dots on red is formed completely by chance. Other than allowing the red to figure prominently, I didn't really know what shape would result. But allowing that to happen seems to lead to:
1. Further openness to chance in the rest of the composition.
2. In this case a certain sense of visual goofiness, the vertebrae seem more humorous than creepy. Or perhaps this is just creepy humor.
3. The shape of the red is repeated in the visuals at top and bottom.
4. I just like working when the pieces find their own place.
So I think I'll keep working this way for awhile and see where it leads.......