Stripes have come together with strips of paper and I'm happy about that. This one is not as stark as some of the collage with glued strips have been because of the pink, the rose and the feather but it all fits so I'm not complaining.
My current obsession (well, besides art) is working on getting my small gallery/studio space together in the walking mall where I live. Bought paint today, a mis-tint that I got for 5 bucks! I'll be putting some before and after pictures in some posts coming up.
I'm not certain this one is exactly what I wanted, but that happens. Suddenly the germ of an idea begins to grow into a massive production that stays just a step ahead of me, to mix metaphors. That's what happened here. It's thicker with paper strips than others and was full of compositional surprises that kept me adjusting this and that part. It is done, and now I will let it rest before I know what I really think of it.
This one is all papers from books and acrylic medium, oh, and some graph paper.
.....and a lace bodice and an ermine cloak. Doubtless this paragon of 50's masculinity never dreamed he'd be dressed up this way, then again, you never know. The stripes or strips are making another appearance here and seem to leak into everything I do.
Another warm day, in the 80's. At least the nights are cool and the house cools down, it seems decadent to turn on the air in April and so far we're toughing it out. But the girls in fur coats (cats and dog) are not their usual perky selves.
After I finished messing around on photoshop with the background it looks as though the spirits of Warhol and Lichtenstein have come to visit here. This is more pure play, using whatever pile is at hand to match up with scraps that have been with me for years. The dotted face with the hat at the top is from a newswire photo I bought in 1992 and got detached, punched full of holes and then landed here. If life is anything like collage, we're in for some interesting developments.
It occurred to me working on this one that I'm literally patching a group of images together with the tape-like strips, creating an exoskeleton that holds all the pieces together. It's the obviousness that is appealing to me.
This one uses some sample papers that manufacturers used to graph their business a long time ago, it has a translucent quality that allows the other layers to be partially, but not fully seen. I don't have much of it, so when it's gone, it's gone. There's also a photo in this, with a small image of a woman, can you see it? And the cut-out is from one of my old medical dictionaries, with a dictionary picture of a cicada. I've always been fascinated with cicadas, their calls in the summer and the cocoon-like structure they leave behind as they take on their mature form.
I lost this one in a pile on the art table and was surprised when it surfaced this morning. It looks as though the whispers are spread all over the space outside the image in the form of text.
I'm excited, just purchased my first CSA from a farm south of here and can't wait to start picking up my produce in May! With this CSA, my lettuce garden, herbs, tomatoes and the occasional chicken and eggs from the county next to mine, we're really going to be eating local this season.
I've got to make and/or find a long skinny journal because the stripes are just begging to be written upon.....but somehow the events of my day don't make it on these. I end up writing couplets about the collages and that seems more compelling than life-events. Then again, the collage IS a life-event. Things discovered, things combined, I'm a match-maker for color and images, now that's living!
What can I say? I really like stripes. And they showed up here because the top needed a striped bottom.
Went to the Kimono Exhibit at the Canton Art Museum by Itchiku Kubota and was walking around as if stunned most of the time. It. Is. That. Beautiful. He researched and then used an ancient Japanese technique called tsujigahana to make oversize kimono that are depictions of the seasons from fall through winter. Tsujigahana uses tie-dye or shibori, gold wefts, embroidery and ink drawing on silk. If you get a chance to see this show by all means, see it. Sorry, no photos, but I did get a good quote from the Japanese ceramicist whose work was in the room close to the kimono:
"You are not an artist simply because you paint or sculpt or make pots that cannot be used. An artist is a poet in his or her own medium. And when an artist produces a good piece, that work has a mystery, an unsaid quality; it is alive." Toshiko Takaezu