Archives for posts with tag: “Afloat: An Installation”

Day Sixty-Seven/ Image Sixty-Seven

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

There is an expression: “walking on air.” It generally means a person is so happy, his or her feet don’t touch the ground. Or that is the way the person feels.

I had this feeling once. It lasted a few months. I could not shake it. I tried, but I continuously felt, literally, that my feet were not connected to the ground.

It was after I had been accepted into a juried exhibition in New York, where Anne Umland, Curator, Painting and Sculpture Department for the Museum of Modern Art had selected one of my pieces for New York exhibition.

I had just started painting seriously, after I had left my full time job in Advertising. I had been in the studio constantly for a few years, working. I saw the ad for this show, applied and got in.

A lot of artists work hard. I am just one of them. Even a former professor of mine said, when I complained of this euphoria, (because, believe me, it became annoying not being connected to the ground!) “Enjoy it now! It won’t last!” Thinking how harsh he was, I kept painting and working.

Nothing on that great a scale has happened since. Similar career achievements and experiences have approached it, but never again did I get that feeling.

Day Sixty-Six/Image Sixty-Six

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

Not too long ago, my husband, daughter and I moved to the suburbs. Actually it was at the beginning of my daughter’s life. So I guess it has been a while. We had been living in the center of Atlanta, on a shadowy street not too far from where my studio is located. It was a traumatic move. In many ways.

Long before the move, I had been receiving acupuncture treatments for my sinus condition. For these doctor visits, we would get up early in the morning and drive very far out to what seemed to us, the edge of the earth. We felt, that if we drove just a little further, we would fall off. Like in the cartoons.

Feeling life is safer in the burbs, we looked for a house. Settling into the house that would be the house of our daughter’s childhood memories, we realized we were living in a home just beyond that point.

Beyond the edge of the earth.

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, we will be destroyed by the task. There is no outcome collage. No way of knowing what happens to the swimmer. So maybe it is best to procrastinate.

Day Sixty-Four/Image Sixty-Four

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

Happy Halloween! Today is the day all of us have the freedom to “be” someone different. To wear a costume and play another role. To either be on the receiving end of candy handouts or the giving end.

Looking at this collage now, I feel incredibly free! The energy with which this dancer is making her leap, arms up, indicating complete abandon! But she is not free, really. Text messages are coming in. They are finding her out in the middle of this American West wilderness.

Be mindful, if you can, this Halloween, to put your phone on vibrate, your computer on hold. To dress up and wear your crown! To leap across the room and be someone else today. It’s Halloween!

Day Sixty-One/Image Sixty-One

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

In a few days, it will be Halloween. I believe in working with nature, when decorating my yard. I’ll put up some Indian corn on the door, a pumpkin on the step, things like that. After dark, on Halloween night, my husband sets up a haunted house. It disappears mysteriously the next day.

But as other yards whiz by while I am running around in my car, I am forced to look at these huge, very huge inflatable Halloween pirate ships and ghosts, made of plastic and bright colors. Yesterday I saw an inflatable black cat the size of the bungalow in which is has to be stored off-season. Not only defying nature, but overcoming it. A Macy’s Day Parade balloon right there in broad daylight.

I prefer to keep my oversized creatures in my collages, not on my front lawn.

Day Sixty/Image Sixty

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

Technique has never inspired an idea for one of my shows. Or even a title for a piece. By the way, titles mean very little to me. It’s a visual medium. If you have to look at the artwork through the lens of what the artist wrote as its title, you are not using the discipline for what it was intended. You are not looking.

A man and a woman walked into my exhibition, “Afloat: An installation” in New York last March. They were an extremely engaging couple. They “got” my work to an extent that no one usually does. We laughed and joked about things and it turned out they were artists.

The woman had been doing some work with crayon and a hair dryer. Blowing the hot wax around. Using acrylic paints as watercolors by watering them down and letting them drip. Artist talk. I enjoyed them immensely. They could see the theme of most of my collages was based on natural disasters. They were inspiring me to use the technique of paint running all over the canvas as something to try for my new body of work.

Mudslides and Meteorites.

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 person’s body by way of sweating. Being in it for a much longer period of time is possible.

It’s a little spooky to imagine these unusual waves are shooting around in this small box. I have seen movies where infrared glasses are used to track down criminals at night. And there are infrared cameras, familiar to us all. A kind of green light is shown.

No green light. Just a regular-looking sauna.

The first day, after being in the infrared sauna, I noticed that food tasted better. After the second day, things got a little weird.

I felt so clear, calm and clean, that toxicity was craved. I needed some crap in my life. I felt this urge to turn on the news. (I never watch/listen to the news) Apparently, my body must be so full of toxins that the absence of them produced this effect. I had two Diet Cokes, not one. Three glasses of wine, not two. I craved bags of m and m’s before dinner. Not like me at all.

Hopefully, we have not evolved to the state where being normal is being full of crap.

Day Fifty-Eight/Image Fifty-Eight

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

The figure here looks like it is separated from the “background.” With the exception of a few cotton ball wrappers, linking them together. Usually I integrate the so-called background and foreground in collage, painting or drawing, making it one piece.

Day Fifty-Seven/Image Fifty-Seven

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

Sea gulls. I had no reason for putting one in my collage at the time. But looking at the collage now, it reminds me of those wonderful days at the beach. Disrupted only when I would have a picnic with friends and seagulls would be swarming overhead, squawking and circling, ready to dive-bomb our lunch.

Day Fifty-Six/Image Fifty-Six

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

One of my drawing teachers in art school told us to turn our papers upside down to check the composition of a drawing. Or to look in a mirror, holding the piece. That this would help us see what was needed to make the drawing work. Of course, we would turn it right side up to finish and present it for criticism.

Well, the piece shown above was framed wrong. It was framed not upside down but rotated to one side. I decided to leave it that way. And to continue on. After all, if the composition is sound, it works. Right? Maybe not as well as it would have. But as I said, I have to move on.