Archives for posts with tag: Doyle Dane Bernbach

Day Thirty-Eight/Image Thirty-Eight

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

Day Thirty-Seven/Image Thirty-Seven

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

Another ballet collage. My daughter is in preprofessional ballet; I don’t think my awareness would have included this imagery if that were not so. Some of my favorite ballet pieces are these “partnering” dances (the French expression, I do not know how to spell) and the melodies are often plaintive and so beautiful, that they have moved me to tears.

Day Thirty-Six/Image Thirty-Six

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

Day Thirty-Five/ Image Thirty-Five

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

Day Twenty-Two/Image Twenty-Two

“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……

Day Thirty-One/Image Thirty-One

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

Day Thirty/Image Thirty

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

This piece is a combination of figurative and abstraction, as I have talked about before. If the fish were just shapes, instead of clearly recognizable fish, the collage would resonate as a successful abstraction. This is what happens when figurative work is best.

Day Twenty-Nine/Image Twenty-Nine

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

Day Twenty-Eight/Image Twenty-Eight

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

Day Twenty-Seven/Image Twenty-Seven

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

Artist groups. Ah yes. Well, we are artists. We work alone, by ourselves, yet we come together to form a group. It is required that we do this. To become a part of the community and be a part of the building where we have our individual studios. The very thing that makes us separate and able to do our artwork is temporarily ditched when we unite to make decisions as a team. But the latter, I think we do very well. I think our personalities mesh. And I am grateful to be a part of this organization.

The group I am talking about is called The Euclid Arts Collective. I have served on its board many times, designed its invitation to its Holiday Sale many times, done publicity for the tours. Even escorted members of the High Museum’s Art Partners into my studio explaining the work I do until I have no breath left. We all do this. It is part of being a member. This counter intuitive idea of an artist being a part of a group is a paradigm of how art is supposed to find a purpose in the marketplace, be understood, loved, respected and absorbed into the culture. Not always does it work, but it tries.