“Afloat” Image. Ceres Gallery. New York. Solo Show.
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“Afloat” Image. Ceres Gallery. New York. Solo Show.
“Afloat” Image. Ceres Gallery. New York. Solo show.
Art has to work visually. Someone I know said recently, that art is non-verbal philosophy. This blog is where I usually go on and on describing and explaining these pieces. As I look at them NOW. I try to resurrect feelings that I may have had at the time I did them, but really, when I did these images, I was merely putting one cut-out magazine piece with another, making the art flow within the 5″ square.
Going with that, look at the bee climbing the curtain.
I am not excusing myself from the descriptions I usually give. Nor am I trying to get out of giving the work some sort of significance. For this image, just look. After all, art is a visual experience. Without prompting.
“Afloat” Image. Ceres Gallery. New York. Solo Show.
Image twenty-two (got the number right this time) is probably my least favorite of the one hundred collages in the installation. Of course, the stats on WordPress, if they are accurate, will show that everyone likes this one the best, as has been my experience before.
I don’t know why. I just think I should redo it. Add some people. Put in an urban background . Mix it up a little. I was on my “round-things-are-light-and-airy” phase of doing these collages. Before I slipped back into tidal waves and destruction.
Maybe if I had a tidal wave in the background coming at the ruins, it would be more to my liking……
“Afloat” Image. Ceres Gallery. New York. Solo Show.
“Afloat” Image. Ceres Gallery. New York. Solo show.
“Afloat” Image. Ceres Gallery. New York. Solo Show.
Strange tree with woman mixed up in it.
“Afloat.” Ceres Gallery. New York. Solo Show.
Orchids in the snow. How is this for juxtaposition?
“Afloat” Image. Ceres Gallery. New York Solo Show.
This one is shown in its exhibition frame. I am back in town and have access to all my photos. This was intentionally done as a “Close-Encounters” thing. The traveling lights in the distance. About to land.
These collages evolved from the whimsical idea of cutting up magazines and seeing what I could do with no paint involved, as I was accustomed to using. I did one, then two. I had so much fun just “playing” (always hating that expression when it comes to artwork, because art is hard WORK.)
My solo show loomed ahead and subject matter was undecided.
I had been working on a video. I worried about focusing only on the video for the show. Working under pressure is never good. And doing animation is meticulous. Being meticulous and being nervous don’t go together.
I decided to continue with these collages, thinking “Oh, I am having so much FUN, it will be easy to RELAX and do them….100 of them….for the solo show.”
I should not admit this, but looking back, I really don’t think making them was FUN. All principles of doing art were involved. And certainly, when I hit 26, after slaving away, the rest seemed to be a torturous number. Looming in the distance.
Much like these space crafts about to land.
Hollis Hildebrand-Mills 