Monday, October 10, 2011
Feathery-Ness
Exploring the dynamics of what it mean to be feathery is my artistic goal. Over the past few months I have worked with shapes and sizes of feathers and feelings of featheriness. I leave various attempts around and find that further action on them comes at the most unexpected moments. Here, briefly, are some of the things so far including a chair I painted for downtown Newmarket (my "feathered nest") and collage like items. I am working away from feather shapes and concentrating on color and feeling, my own version of abstract expressionism.
I recently completed the biography of Joan Mitchell, color painter extraordinaire and definitely difficult human being. She had that condition where senses smudge over onto one another ("synesthesia"?) so, e.g., in her mind, each letter in the alphabet had its own color. Needless to say, this appears to have had quite an impact on her work (also, her lifelong need to make her father love her; not successful that way). Her paintings are large and full of extraordinary color. I have found a book of her paintings and am now tracking down where they are located so I can see them for real.
I recently completed the biography of Joan Mitchell, color painter extraordinaire and definitely difficult human being. She had that condition where senses smudge over onto one another ("synesthesia"?) so, e.g., in her mind, each letter in the alphabet had its own color. Needless to say, this appears to have had quite an impact on her work (also, her lifelong need to make her father love her; not successful that way). Her paintings are large and full of extraordinary color. I have found a book of her paintings and am now tracking down where they are located so I can see them for real.
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Some Thoughts about Technology and Expression
I have started reading Sherry Turkle's latest book about loss of intimacy in our rush towards embracing machines and it has reminded me that I remain a squishy Luddite (someone who likes to curse new technologies but who learns reluctantly some of the new rules) who has a blog.
Why do this blog? For me, it is more of an organizational tool and a timid toe-in-the-water for exhibiting in the future. It is also a way to sort through ideas. I do like to type and am very good at it (I can keep up with things coming out of my brain). So this blog functions, in part, like an electronic sketch pad and journal. This way of thinking plays out in the production of my art "work," as well: intermittent explosions of creativity and color, always with an ear turned to the outer world of caregiving responsibilities.
Why do this blog? For me, it is more of an organizational tool and a timid toe-in-the-water for exhibiting in the future. It is also a way to sort through ideas. I do like to type and am very good at it (I can keep up with things coming out of my brain). So this blog functions, in part, like an electronic sketch pad and journal. This way of thinking plays out in the production of my art "work," as well: intermittent explosions of creativity and color, always with an ear turned to the outer world of caregiving responsibilities.
Yesterday I saw two large pigs trotting down route 108 towards Newmarket. They looked happy to be out and about. Otherwise it has been a winter of (too much) snow, ice dams, shoveling, and time for more ruminating.
A woman's work, my needlepoint that has been in progress for over a year, is being shown here. It keeps evolving. I am also rethinking the oldest Irish girl project that includes my great-aunt Helen and myself and others. Finally, I am thinking about grasses and feathers and trying to achieve a feeling here, along with my signature love of color. These are in a very rudimentary stage.
A woman's work, my needlepoint that has been in progress for over a year, is being shown here. It keeps evolving. I am also rethinking the oldest Irish girl project that includes my great-aunt Helen and myself and others. Finally, I am thinking about grasses and feathers and trying to achieve a feeling here, along with my signature love of color. These are in a very rudimentary stage.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
