Friday, October 31, 2008
Thursday, October 30, 2008
She just plain rules. I feel like I can't really say anything more about her here without doing her a disservice. However, there is plenty of information available about her if you are not in the know about her life story and her work. I love that Kahlo used painting as a tool to heal her pain...and pain she had.
The real Frida Kahlo...
Thick with meaning, dolls are. I frequently use dolls in my work. A doll symbolizes a body, usually a female body, and usually that is an ideal body of some kind. This is also an ideal that cannot be reached. Dolls are fantasies of perfection. I think that the life of a doll is a good metaphor for where females are placed in the society. How we are perceived...all glitz and glam...something unreal. Or perhaps something entirely false, like a deceptively sweet trick.
Paper dolls are less scary but communicate many of the same concepts. They also say other things such as, 'I am just like the one that came before and the one that comes after. I am the same as any other, interchangeable.' They still retain that essence of perfection however, crisp-lined and orderly as they are...army-like. Dolls are entirely, manufactured, representational, beings.
So I have been thinking about using some dolls, specifically chains of paper dolls, in a piece or two. But I have a lot of things floating around in my head lately. We'll see how it all goes.
Tissue paper dolls, possibly the most fragile of all their species...
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
So it's back outside for y'all. Hopefully, I will see you soon, my old stinky friends.
Monday, October 27, 2008
So I made these two found objects pieces a couple of weeks ago. They are loosely based on the poem, The Highwayman by Alfred Noyes. But anyway, that's not the issue, the issue is that I used several images from a very old tarot deck. Randomly, they were on my floor, so I used them. (This happens from time to time. I use things that are in my direct environment a lot. It seems to work for me)
So I was watching this video...
Turns out it was this tarot deck in particular that I used images from. And I found out the meanings for those cards specifically, as the meanings are somewhat altered being that the deck is so darn old. But what was interesting for me, is that I used the cards in the pieces in a way that did not pertain to the characters in the poem. I used them because I just needed a visual representation for a woman and a man, and they were there within my vision on the floor. The Highwayman and Bess are definately not the two that are being represented, meaning-wise in the piece with those two tarot card images. It was about me and my own life. My life and their lives sorta paralelled for a few months there...but no, all about me. It was interesting, to say the least, what the cards really meant because I had had someone else in mind the whole time. And they meant something coincidental. Coincidence? I think not.
But anyway, it's all linked. The guy even says so at the end of the video. Freaky.
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Blood Vessel 13/24
That's right, I purged a big one this time. I made 24 paintings in approximately 24 hours. The circles...it's a continuing motif for me. I make them during the in-between times when I know I want to paint, but I just can't wrap my head around things. If I can't say what I need to say just yet in other ways, I meditate with the circles.
With this particular series, I was seriously on auto-pilot. I just painted, I just did. Let me say this though, the circles are not my favorites. I feel that they don't take enough time, enough work, or enough struggle for me. But I asked myself, 'Does it always have to be a struggle?' Nope. I don't think it does. But I DO believe that when I paint these...they are the times when I am shattered the most and can find no words, no real concepts. When I can find nothing else, I still find those circles. Pure, subconscious, gooey, insides.
But I feel I can be 'blah' about them, nonetheless, because they are a purge. They make me feel better when I paint them, even if I consider them to be 'fluffy' and low on the challenge scale. Still, they are purely from me, from my insides. (You may consider them my guts on paper, if you wish.) I make the circle paintings when I can't express what else is inside. When I have a lock on my expression and my voice. They are wholly bodily. It's why I name them the way I do now.
Blood Vessel 16/24
Blood Vessel 19/24
But back to recovery...I can do that at least. I can fix things and I can steal my moments back and see them in a different light, if I choose.
I can recover. I can make things glow.
Saturday, October 25, 2008
I feel her.
But I love her. She's at the MOMA right now...
But other than that, nothing fancy. I'm on the floor with my stuff all gathered around me in a semi-circle. I think I feel more rooted that way. Plus, drips...I don't particularly enjoy them.
I like things clean though....my friend was astonished that my supplies were so clean, given my messy personality, and hers had paint all over them, and she's a neat freak. I'm a tidy painter, it seems.
I work with water based media, mixed media and found objects. If I can combine the three, all the better. And glue...I have a straight-up love affair with glues and tapes of all types. Primarily I use Elmer's glue though, and self-adhesive linen tape is becoming my fast favorite.
And most importantly, I have a team of overseers! Casual observers..... Scampy is the furry one, as long as she stays in the bucket we're good.
The statue is my long-time friend, the old master painter who always watches me, Mr. Miogi.
Now I paint.
Making art gives me strength, and it's the only thing I've found so far that truthfully does. Know thyself and all that jazz...
But this is a reminder about the dialogue between my head and my heart and the surface of my paper, and how vital understanding that process is for me.
This is the method behind my madness.