Here is Mimi in front of her installation. Oh My gosh I am just recovering from Sunday's opening bash. We think there were 1500 people at the event- I know I didn't move far, never got a glass of wine and came home with a sore throat from talking talking talking. It was FUN!!!! Here is Leslie talking with Kate. The show is up for another month- open on weekends, 12- 4 p.m..I will be gallery sitting Saturday the 28th of the month with Camilo Rojas if you want to visit at the same time as checking out great art. I am so proud of the artists in our region- They are creating thought provoking works. I was able, as curator, to include two daily painters- Gretchen Kelly from www.dailypainters.com, and Kate Vrijmoet who recently completed 50 giant portrait paintings in 50 days. I also brought in Camilo Rojas, video artist and professor at DCC, as well as Laura Moriarty, my encaustic instructor last July at R&F in Kingston, and the works of a personal favorite, Leslie Pelino. I was impressed by the professionalism of some of the artists and how they worked the crowd through out the opening event. Leslie came dressed wildly like her work and she roamed the galleries laughing and greeting everybody. The way she looked made her easily identifiable as one of the artists. The other artists I was most impressed with was Mimi CjikaGraminski who stood by her work the whole three hours greeting everybody, smiling constantly, and adding information to their processing. People were sharing their impressions and her work was often cited as a favorite. I didn't even realise Mimi's young son and husband were around. They let her do her job and were enjoying the whole show in their own way. Please try to see the show.Last photo is me and my son Max! (His favorite art piece was Laura Moriarty's encaustic SWAG)
This is Mr. Bojangles. I often start my mental gratitude list with him in mind. He has a low tolerance for love and is better known for biting the hand that feeds him. Anyway... That makes me think. I'm thankful for that?! That Cat? Well- perhaps you can appreciate watercolor studies of a marmalade independent feline for the sake of art.
When my sons were little I would come to their schools and present a workshop on Valentines. I made this book about the history of the date, the saint, and the symbolism. Then we would break out the craft supplies and the kids would always surpass my greatest expectations. I loved mixing media together. The kids are fearless in their combinations... this Love/Live card is sewn paper, 7.5 x 6.5 inches It's all we can, should, do, really. We live. We should love. It helps solve the big question. By living and loving our existence makes sense. Things fit together. Miracles happen. This card is a reminder because I often forget... (isn't that shameful?)
Sometimes I am sure happiness is just a purchase away.If you feel that way- go ahead and buy this card!
Here is a sewn paper valentine. 7.25 x 5.75 inches.
My favorite story about the Valentine Tradition involves a woman who lived in 1847 named Esther Howland. By organizing her women friends to mass produce a victorian card, she created a cruel craze of insulting cards. For years I have made bittersweet valentines for dysfunctional relatives and lost friends. It has been aptly said that no love, no friendship, can cross our path without leaving some mark on it forever.
This pen and ink drawing is 7 x 6 inches, on paper... Anyone know where the phrase, "your name is Mud" comes from? Hint: it has to do with Abraham Lincoln.
This painting doesn't make me happy. It went through a lot of revisions...and Internal conversations. But it is done and out and it is time for me to move on. 19 x 26 inches
It started out as an antler on the move carrying a suitcase. Then text comes from my LA Times, as usual- with the wiierd poetics of things such as: "flight landed in a ravine and caught fire", "beware gifts" of love, contraband "caviar for the homeless". But the suitcase bothered me and didn't seem to say enough. So... I painted in out and twisted the antler to catch a heart instead. Lots of the words were lost. Embedded deep into the wood. The last antler- the one in the forefront of the final painting (version up top) seemed to be wispering to me the words: "wait"- which I eventually had to write across my heart. Such is the process of my daily painting- its sort of story telling, lucid dreaming, poetry and angst.
This is a wooden panel cut to the shape of a heart- 8 1/2 inches tall by 9 inches wide. It is photographed against the New York Times article as backdrop. Hope it doesn't look too confusing. I won't be able to reshoot it anytime today while I RUN around hither and yon. I painted it in acrylics, and then drew with color pencils, and then collaged birds that I had silkscreened onto maps. There is a lot of movement in the work. You can hardly recognize the antlers anymore. The traditional day for celebrating Valentine's day falls on the day many believe birds find their mates. I have loaded up the bird-feeders around the house, drawn open the curtains and I am wistfully aware that I may JUST possible catch a dance or two in the sky. Look up. Look outside. Look to the dance in your own heart.
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Last Friday I paid rent on a temporary studio in town and in the moving process I have come across lots of my past Valentine creations. So I decided to try setting up an Etsy shop to sell my handmade crafty items. Look in the store for unique objects to love.
I am new at this- soon I will expand and offer a more diverse range of my craft items. Thanks for looking. And if you buy something it will really help me move too!
Valentines day is barrelling down the calendar. This is a painting on paper, 9 x 12 inches... $85-perfect for spelling it out. I am headed to Poughkeepsie for the Barrett House art opening. Next weekend, the show I co-curated opens in Peekskill-FOR THE LOVE OF ART- I just heard that it has been written up in the Sunday NYTimes. I'll try to find a link to it tomorrow.
19 x 26 inches, paper, paint and a lot of questions I found the lack of a horizon...or a landscape was a challenge to work with. You can feel the tension between the antlers..one, two, and possibly three....
SOLD February is the time for art about the heart. I am attracted to the silent majesty of the delicately noble wood deer. My heart lies cradled, exposed and slung between two dark and dry antlers. Not sure what any of this means. I just like the image of something as fragile and gooey as my heart suspended and resting between two antler horns. It makes a heart shape. ACRYLIC ON WOOD heart shaped PANEL 9 X 8 1/2 INCHES
I was just warming my bones in Florida and now find I have to bare the skin to more winter storms. The house is under a blanket of white. The woods entice me as dark inky streaks with branches like hands patterning the sky. My family has needs. I wish there were signs of spring. I am trying to be hopeful. No word on the studio space in town. So I must be generous and creative. This painting, a mix of collage, paint, and ink on paper measures 15 x 9 inches. It is a form of manefesting reality. First I pretend to be generous and creative and then I become creative and generous! Not much is selling- but I keep making stuff anyway. I guess I would, no matter what- as long as I am alive. Painting serves me as a form of meditation, lucid dreaming, manifestation, and study. It answers me with clues as to why I am here, what I am supposed to be doing, and how to do it. That is the Muse.
It is time to get home and get to work. I think there is a heated room for me to rent in town. This little cartoon is made in ink and watercolor on arches paper, 7 1/4 x 9 1/2 inches What a New England contrast to the Florida flora!