Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Dia De Los Muertos Show is Up

Lunar Boy Gallery in Astoria, Oregon (yes, home of the Goonies) has up their Dia De Los Muertos show this month in celebration of the holiday.  It opened October 8th, and Deborah (the owner) allowed me to participate in this fine event.  I made two small acrylic pieces for the show, heavily based on typography.  Here they are;









In making these two paintings, I got to thinking.  I am a white girl from New England making works of art influenced by Mexican culture with the intent to hang in the Northwest, paintings that will most likely be sold to white people.  How disconnected can you get.  By the time my artwork is processed and sold, it retains no connotations to the religious background the Mexicans pay tribute to with this imagery.  Really, how could a person in my position do this theme justice?  (These ideas influenced the first piece, as you may have guessed.)  This is neither good nor bad, but what I am curious about is: where is the value?

The role of the themed group show in a small art gallery is interesting.  What is being sold in a group show has a lot to do with the curation of artists' styles, and it seems the theme tends to be used as a homogenizing vehicle.  Is it possible to find much depth in a piece of artwork in this situation?  Is an artist able to give a singular piece enough mindfulness and reflection?  Can this even be quantified, or is it not important?  I can't say as I know.  So if depth is not what we're going for, what is?  To answer this question is not easy.

This is no judgment on the works hanging at the Lunar Boy Gallery, as you can see from the link the pieces are of high quality and are a good grouping - Deborah succeeded in a fine showing.  What intrigues me is the context and the motivation, which it seems is a significant factor in any piece of art.  With respect to motivation, it is unlikely I will ever paint Mexican cavaleras again.  Somehow it seems disrespectful.  On the other hand, maybe I'm over-thinking it...

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Encaustic at home!

Oops, never posted this piece.  It's the first I've made at home with my new setup.  Here it is!

Four to One

Encaustic!

Embedding
So I took a weeklong intensive workshop this summer on Encaustic (painting with hot wax) and became completely hooked.

Since then I've spent several hundred dollars accumulating all the supplies to make my own home studio.  What follows is images of what I produced at the workshop, as well as one piece I was able to create at home a few weeks after the workshop.

To say the least, I am very excited.  Please feel free to comment on the images, feedback is important.  I hope to become involved seriously with this medium in the future.

Yellow Blue Paper

Orange String

Pink

Birches/To Her


Diptych


Hands

Hot Dog Garden Christmas
Hot Dog Garden

Red

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Thursday, May 5, 2011

"Pop!" Published in the Brooklyn Review

"Pop!"  2008
My illustration will be published in this year's edition of the Brooklyn Review!  This is the first time this illo will be published.  I believe the Review is going to print this weekend.  Very excited!  This publication is art directed by my friend Julia Cocuzza, a great artist in her own right.

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Decomposition vs. Composition

How pretty.  


These are pictures of marine pipes with years of enamel paint being eaten off by rust, the elements, and general use.


Amazingly, the colors are still vibrant after who knows how long.  Even the rust is such a contrast, it shows up beautifully.  What a difference this is from fine art or even graffiti, both constructs of art that are 'made.'  This pipe decomposed into this gorgeous look, after several coats of enamel was applied to prevent looking like this, cover signs of aging.


Ultimately these pipes stacked in a shipyard will most likely be thrown away, not useful with holes eaten out of them as can be seen.  So where is the art?
In the years of reapplied enamel?
In the time it took for layers of paint to be eaten away?
In the replacing of this original pipe with a new batch?
In the moment I took to snap photos of them before they become trash?
Or in the sharing of these images with you?
Or is there no art here, as can be inferred as soon as these pipes are trucked to the landfill.

Sunday, May 1, 2011

Liar


Liar
acrylic and ink on paper, 2008