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Day Ninety-Three/Image Ninety-Three

“Afloat” Image. Ceres Gallery. New York. Solo Show.

Internet art. I hope this does not turn into a rant, although it might. I hope I can plainly deliver the message without getting wound up.

I have enjoyed my blogging immensely and I was thinking the other day about how much I appreciate seeing other people’s artwork on the internet.

Guess what? There are no politics. There is no sexism, racism, ageism. No concentrating on knowing the right people. Wasting countless hours on that. Maybe my remark about countless hours gives me away. A rant, after all.

Look at the work. What a concept! It’s not that I don’t like getting to know people in the art community. I really do. I like to know how they think, what they like, how they find time to work. Things like that. Where they work. And if they are collectors, I like to find out what makes them tick. How they think. Same stuff, without the artist questions. But…. Look….. At…… The…… Work!

I guess what I don’t like, is all the fluff around the person-to-person stuff. The “gain” that some artists acquire by the talking and smiling.

Art is a non-verbal visual discipline. A work of art does not come with an MP3 player containing banter and schmooze. Or does it? What do you think?

Day Ninety-Two/Image Ninety-Two

“Afloat” Image. Ceres Gallery. New York. Solo Show.

Peter Forakis. Once on vacation in Northern California, my husband, daughter and I had the great pleasure of meeting Peter Forakis. Not that long ago.

We did not meet him in his famous days. We met him selling his galvanized sculpture in his front yard in Petaluma. Upon seeing this rusted stuff in the front yard, we halted the car and did a U turn. We did not know he was Peter Forakis. Artist and founder with Al Held of the cooperative in New York called “Park Place”, a type of minimalism in the 1960s. A rebellion against Abstract Expressionism. More about Peter Forakis here.

He came out, an older man, very expansive and welcoming. He wanted us to be happy. We could tell that. He had a very large personality.

He took us in the house and unveiled his resume along with some very interesting photographs of outdoor sculpture he had done. One of them, the biggest outdoor sculpture in the United States, called “The Gateway”, located on Fulton Industrial Boulevard in Atlanta. He wanted us to check on it when we got home.

Other things of interest came up. Upon looking at his resume, I saw he exhibited with Willem DeKooning, Jackson Pollack, among many other famous artists in a drawing show at The Guggenheim Museum. Many other big museum shows, many other famous artists he was with!

We ended up becoming friends. He and I. We talked on the phone all the time. And one day, I decided to ask him if I could come out to Petaluma and study with him for a few days.

We had quite a time. He was painting cubes then. Made out of cardboard. He would paint them one at a time, by hanging them up with a rope, and hitting them with paint as they swung around. He called this true abstraction. Six sides. So together we painted cubes. He would ramble and talk and get excited and critique my cubes. Continue rambling and getting excited. He loved to work.

The day we painted the cubes outside, his favorite place to work in his studio, he talked to me about so many things: Andy Warhol, (“those wigs!”), his days in New York City, his children. About black and white being the same color, about never, ever wasting paint! He considered swishing your brush in the water after you have worked with a particular color long enough, a sin. “Paint the truck!”, he would say! I would have to take my brush with purple on it (being tired of using the purple), and put the excess paint on the truck. The truck he bought with the Pollack Krasner Award money he had received recently. (It was not an old truck. But it was a colorful one.)

Peter passed away in 2009. There was a very large obituary in The New York Times. I could tell many stories about Peter. But he would want me to impart only one thing here: This was of most importance to him: “Do not doubt yourself!” He would actually get mad at me for ever expressing doubt.

And although he would be pleased I wrote this blog to my artist and writer followers, he would be mad that I wasn’t doing my artwork right now. At this very minute.

Hollis Hildebrand-Mills

Day Eighty-Six/Image Eighty-Six

“Afloat” Image. Ceres Gallery. New York. Solo Show.

The collage above looks like a farmer‘s hands proudly presenting his crop’s output.
I never thought of this before, but looking at it now, it reflects that expression “Manna From Heaven.”

Maybe because the arms of the person are all that is seen; the produce seems to be given freely. No strings.

A lot of artists and musicians believe the Universe is talking to them all the time, giving them creative ideas. Michael Jackson and Prince were both spiritual people. And they liked this idea of the Universe handing out ideas. Michael Jackson told the press once, when he was asked how he maintained his strong work ethic? He had to listen very carefully, lest The Universe give his ideas to Prince.

I wonder how Prince feels now about keeping these ideas to himself?

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Reblog Number Nine

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Day Six/Image Six

This is an unframed collage from my solo show “Afloat”. Ceres Gallery. New York. Photo taken in my studio just after I finished it. My love of water. Joyful feeling of the man in front of the wave. Reminds me of childhood times in the summer.

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Day Sixty-Eight//Image Sixty-Eight

“Afloat” Image. Ceres Gallery. New York. Solo Show

I am transitioning out of my present blog format for a very good reason: Showing the 100 collages in my current blog format is coming to a close. (We are on “Sixty-Eight”) To make the transition easier, (soon) , I am planning to blog about other art-related things interspersed with continuing to post the “Afloat” collages until I reach the 100. I will ease out of the front and center visual and few paragraphs of copy into something else.

I have a fear of boring my present followers. I am taking a risk. First, I have tried to keep my blog short. And primarily visual. People do not have time now to do anything but scan.

I am scheduled for another solo show in 2015. A solo show requires me to spend at least an entire year to bring it to its…

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Reblog Number 7

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Day Seven/Image Seven

The photo of this collage is one I also took in my studio. Right after I did it. Solo Show. Ceres Gallery. New York. Jacque Cousteau in a glass.

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Reblog Number Six

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Day 10/Image 10

“Afloat” Image. Ceres Gallery. Solo Show. New York.

This collage contains a huge flower in the foreground, in front of a very large crowd in an outside environment. Like an outdoor concert. The texture of the flower is similar to the “texture” of the crowd, linking them in an almost indecipherable mass of dots.

I have no idea how to comment on this, other than to say I love how two disparate subjects could look alike and form an abstraction.

More later on how this idea formed the making of these collages, rather than my focusing on the eerie, sometimes funny subject matter that does come up.

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Reblog Number Five

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Day Fifty-Nine/Image Fifty-Nine

“Afloat” Image. Ceres Gallery. New York. Solo Show.

Very recently, I purchased an infrared sauna. Now, this idea came to me from my allergist who told me it would clear the toxins from my body, such as environmental toxins, like metal and plastic. He also told me it would help relieve a sinus problem I have had for a very long time.

I even heard from some metaphysically minded folks that infrared sauna use would eliminate “bad energy.” Such as someone glaring at you in the supermarket, which apparently goes into your system. Or more blatant bad events, like a car accident or a fight with your spouse. Or someone’s jealously that manifests into so-called “thought evil” doing your body harm.

Infrared waves (heat waves) go through the sauna, and unlike a regular sauna, a person doesn’t get as hot. But profuse sweating occurs. The toxins come out of the…

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Reblog Number Four

Hollis Hildebrand-Mills

Day Eighty-Five/Image Eighty-Five

“Afloat” Image. Ceres Gallery. New York. Solo Show.

Last year when I went to the gym, I was called the Scuba Planker. I did an exercise called The Plank. The Plank is done by placing your elbows on the floor with your forearms in front. You rest the weight of your body on your elbows, supported by your toes, keeping everything else in your body in a straight line off the ground…….holding it for as long as you can. It is very hard. At first I could hold it for 30 seconds, working my way up to holding it for 2 and a half minutes.

It is difficult. I did not want to be doing it except that it is to strengthen the center part of your body. No one in their right mind would want to be totally present while doing it. And because it hurts the longer you…

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Reblog Number Three

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Day Sixty-Five/ Image Sixty-Five

“Afloat” Image. Ceres Gallery. New York. Solo Show.

Here I am again, indulging my fascination with tidal waves. And for those of you who have not been following me and my love of depicting natural disasters, here is a picture of a tidal wave about to wipe out a swimmer.

What I like most about this one is the apparent determination of the swimmer in spite of the tidal wave. She is not letting the fact that a tidal wave is coming deter her from her goal.

This reminds me of all those tasks we dread doing and therefore, we avoid them. If only we did not put them off, we would realize how fast the jobs can be accomplished. It is in procrastinating that we do these tasks more than once. Conceptually doing them over and over, rather than merely marching toward them, like the swimmer.

In our minds…

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