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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 hold it, I visualized I was under water. Therefore I was called The Scuba Planker.

I would pretend I was snorkeling for sea glass, close to the shore. I would imagine that I was picking up each piece, investigating it, putting it down.

I was having a hard time emotionally one day, and while doing this exercise, I went into my visualization and I started to look around, not at the bright sun-lit sea glass, but out at the foggy blue water. As I struggled to get through my two and a half minutes, out of the opaque water came a shark!

Ouch! But why complain? I am the one who invented this visualization trick in the first place! Almost better to feel the pain and be in the real world of the gym than have a shark coming at you!

Click link below to see my friend Tom Campbell’s musical tribute to “Scuba Planker” (courtesy of Dan Shewbridge)
http://mildpanic.com/2013/11/scuba-planker/

Day Eighty-Four/Image Eighty-Four

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

Our family lived in Pennsylvania when I was a child. And my brother and I would sing a song we made up as my father drove past the refineries in Camden, New Jersey. From the backseat, we would sing this dumb song, extolling the glory of these huge metal structures. Of course there were some gray ones, but I do think an attempt was made to beautify the environment with pink, yellow and blue ones. Big silos and smokestacks, all seeming to tumble over each other as we passed over the bridge. The pastel colors would disappear under our car.

I know now, these smokestacks and refineries dump pollution into the air. Smoke and gases and horrible stuff. But I think the early influence of folding this into my aesthetic, began with the smoke stacks of Camden, New Jersey, as it was then.

Day Eighty-Three/Image Eighty-Three

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

The beer bottle and its “background” are mixed together. The background comes foreword and the beer bottle recedes in places. All being of one color, the collage works well. The space is flattened, making it one piece, one of my favorite types of successes in artwork.

Thursday, my daughter’s AP Art Class is coming to my studio space and I will talk to them about art.

My studio in Atlanta is a huge classroom. The space is inside an historic building. An old schoolhouse built in the early 1900’s. The building houses some of the most interesting arts communities in Atlanta. A radio station, (WRFG-FM Radio), Horizon Theatre, (a theatre company), Art Papers Magazine, seven artists’ studios among other businesses. A wonderful place. I feel lucky to do my artwork there. The artists’ studios are not open to the public. Therefore my studio is just for work, not for showing my work to the public.

Each student in the class will bring a sequestered outlook from their background in the suburbs. Their young minds still not open to accepting things not in their daily environment. The building, first of all, is located in an “artsy” part of town. Every city has one: tattoo places, motorcycle hangouts. Places that pierce you, but look dubious.

These children are suburban kids. Hopefully just seeing the inside of a radio station or watching Horizon Theatre constructing their sets on the front lawn will mix up their outlook and cause them to consider other avenues.

Day Eighty-Two/Image Eighty-Two

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

Multi-lateral thinking. I don’t know if this is a psychological condition or not. But I do know, that, in contrast with my husband, who is more of a linear thinker, I think about many things at one time.

Aside from going to the movies to enjoy myself, I go to the movies to think about my problems. And I come away, having solved them all, made lists mentally and organized the week. And followed the plot at the same time. It’s relaxing really to know that all is handled in my life.

My husband, on the other hand, can watch the most boring movie and pay attention to every detail all the way through.

The only time this movie-going organization gets sticky and I can’t hold onto the plot of the movie, is when there are a lot of facts going on. My brain is incapable, I guess, of holding onto so many layers.

Then I turn to my husband and say, “What just happened?” Needless to say, he gets irritated.

Day Eighty-One/Image Eighty-One

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

Celebration! A teaming madhouse of humanity all jumbled together to run a race called “The Peachtree Road Race!” It is a big event in Atlanta! A six miler, with tens of thousands running early in the morning on the Fourth of July. Before Atlanta’s heat steams all of us: runners and non-runners and before we non-runners can admire all the people who “did” it. Wearing their T shirts proudly.

That’s what you are looking at. Plus a few of my balloons and puffy colors. Just to make it look even more festive. If there were aliens looking down on this scene, what would they think?

Day Seventy-Five/Image Seventy-Five

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

Pink. Looks like an advertisement for a cosmetic company. I cut out pictures of cotton balls on the plastic of cotton ball bags. Bubbles, baubles and a pretty face. Fun. A flower in the middle.

How I love its superficiality and innocence! And, as an art form, I love the integration of colors and shapes.

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/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.