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I've been occupied for awhile working on the Ohio Collage Society and making sure all my ducks are in a row for the exhibit at Mansfield Art Center starting September 21. The art IS being made but it tends to pile up before I scan it. Then all I have to do is find time for blogging. Time has been in short supply, ergo, no blogging.
I've spent the last 8 hours attempting to get all my ducks in a row for the collage show at the Mansfield Art Center (it is the most beautiful place). I now understand why arts administrators get little art work done and why we lack volunteers. BUT, BUT, BUT...... it is coming together and I'm really excited about seeing all the work and meeting all the people who make it. It should be a fantastic time on September 21!!
Pieces of paper, scraps, all the paper cast-offs have an element of elegy. They indicate actions and attitudes that preceded their disposal and hint at what is valued. This is the quality that attracts me to papers that have no function beyond trash. The contrast of the heads from Fouquet's Melun Diptych and the torn pieces of crayon paper along with other "discards" creates a dissonant, unlikely but colorful unity.
These are 2 of the more spontaneous versions of my collage, I really don't know what they'll be until they decide. One thing calls for another and then they're done. The images were left over from a Buchtelite (Akron University) yearbook and I couldn't waste those glee-club girls. Those 50's attitudes and expectations live on in me even when I'd rather they didn't. When I lived in this past these women seemed like movie stars and goddesses, and now I'm more cautious (and jaded) about my assumptions. Since I'm so ambivalent about them, their images and what they represent fascinate me.
Some of you probably remember riding around in these station wagons, and some of you don't. My friend Gretchen gave me a pile of old photos that her family didn't want and many of them were pictures of the construction of a suburban house. There were also shots of interiors, presumably to showcase appliances, fixtures and furniture, all from the late 50s, early 60s. Oddly, with so much more stuff, people don't take these kinds of pictures anymore. These seem wistfully proud to me, as if they were absolutely certain that better living was assured from an accumulation of stuff. And the photo itself seems to be a trophy related to that accumulation. I wanted to create the same kind of enclosure with threads that I did for the portraits.
I decided to put bits and pieces of random stuff in the cabinet card compositions. One of my favorite arrangements is of small things floating in large spaces. Kids do that in their art when they're not aware of how things "should" be done. For whatever reason, they can't focus on a larger scale and can only bring their attention to scattered tiny drawings. 5 year olds do this a lot but even older kids enter a trance-like state where they don't give a fig about the viewer. That quality in a work of art invites me into the artist's state of mind (and I love it there). I can't say that I've perfected that phenomena, but I'm working on it here.
Lynne Perrella: Alphabetica: An A-Z Creativity Guide for Collage and Book Artists (Quarry Book)
Patricia Garner Berlin: Great Impressions: Art & Technique of Rubber Stamping
Angela Cartwright: Mixed Emulsions: Altered Art Techniques for Photographic Imagery