I recently attended an intimate workshop for making Moravian Stars, at Artist's Corner Stained Glass, facilitated by my friend Julie Baker! Here are some images, and my final (gift) star! It was super informative and fun!
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| Julie showing Allison and me what happens in the back |
Reception images for the 2022 MICA Faculty Exhibition...
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| Alfonso popped in at the last minute! |
I just dropped off three of my pieces today for the 2022 MICA Faculty Exhibition! My friend had to cart me over there in his car because of one BIG piece; easier to fit in his car than in my Prius!
Here are the deets!
What: 2022 MICA Faculty Exhibition
Where: MICA, Baltimore MD
When: November 17 - December 12, 2022
Reception: December 1, 5-7pm
Said BIG piece...
The Psychopomp Dances With Flames
I exhibited some of this work quite a few years ago...maybe 2016 or 2017? Anyway, here we go again with manyMANY more pieces. There should be twenty one total pieces in this March 2023 show! I have waited three years for this thing to happen and it's almost upon me! Excitement!
Here is the front design for the postcard I made, ready for printing soon...
Statement:
The series mines what is not working, what has not been used, things that are seemingly “useless”, yet have been saved for years. The work emulates a machine, underscoring the very human ability to put things back together in terms of a life, in terms of a workable fix, in terms of healing. The pieces are becoming cogs; useful, engaging parts of the whole. Created as a centering mechanism, the mandalas became something of a conceptual response to machinism.
These particular mandalas were started during the Baltimore Uprising in 2015. I live not too far from the intersection of Pennsylvania Avenue and North Avenue where much of the action was occurring. The near constant, multi-day din of multiple helicopters overhead was the main impetus for this body of work. “Vimāna”, from the Sanskrit, refers to ancient mythological flying machines; I likened them to the present day helicopter rotors/blades.
The issue (among others) was that I could not hear myself think, so this was a creative means of centering myself from the anxiety — of the pervasive noise pollution from the machines overhead, and of the violent machinations of society. While I am very used to hearing and seeing helicopters on the weekend nights, the events of 2015 brought a better understanding to me that it’s every day for some neighborhoods in the city. The perspective I had was ultimately about the effects of violence, and the tools I had as a person/artist to relieve these anxieties, to be able to reach for a sense of peace and wholeness where there was none. I recognized that many do not have the privilege of these same tools, or seemingly, the right to either “peace” or “quiet”.
You could have waited for me,
but you didn't.
So I'm going to all the places I thought you should
take me.
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What happened in the past year:
1) My dad died on this date last year and I planned the whole funeral by myself in like, three days, while also teaching several courses online. (ETA: I recorded a first day lesson later, the same night he died, and then broadcasted from hotel rooms and basements all over southeastern Wisconsin throughout the summer)
2) The next month: a mentor died suddenly
3) Up In Here: got dropped/ghosted by the dude I was seeing (for the first, not only time)
4) The next month: my cat, Tommy Scrapples died and I had to watch him suffer for a month beforehand
5) Got taken to zoom court and cross examined by my murderer brother over my dad's estate. Verbally fought back because apparently, people still don't understand their own laws on victimhood and domestic violence in Wisconsin....but okay
6) My brother then sent insane letters for several months to the court until the appeal was settled (they are now of record) --on my being an imposter who murdered the real Shana. (Shanna with two n's!)
7) Went through menopause within the year -- which was a total surprise. I was under the impression this would take much longer!
What also changed, positively:
1) I got a treadmill and have managed to walk almost every day, my hip hurts wayway less now, and I am more flexible, again
2) I lost 13 pounds in about 2 months
3) I just started walking in the woods around Baltimore, because I realized how much I missed it when I went home to Wisconsin. Serenity Now. #calltoadventure
4) I am able to start traveling this summer!!!
5) I paid off all of my dad's debt today, on the first anniversary of his death. I was truly so panicked about running his estate, but I did really well! All that's left is to sell the house...
6) I quit one of three jobs!
7) I finally have a few ideas for new art series' AND a new studio!
8) One of these ideas may or may not be dramatic readings of my brother's insane letters to the court, of which I have copies ;)
9) I have a podcast in the initial works...
10) I now have a tenant on my first floor, in Druscilla's studios, right next to mine. I have a few more things to paint, and then will be renting the other studio, across the hall in a bit...
Y'all. Shoot. This has been a MONUMENTAL YEAR for me, in terms of emotions and psyche. But I came out unscathed, and I think, ON TOP.
I recently found myself in this virtual exhibition, "The Healing Power of Color"... check it out here: https://www.healing-power-of-art.org/the-healing-power-of-color-exhibition-2022/
There are only brief moments in time where my art is actually SEEN, and so when a show ends, I always have a bit of sadness. But at least they got some extra time to shine!
Here are some images from (the opening of) the show that just closed, "How We Are Healing"...
A non-valentine Valentine from mom on May 31, 1989, I was 13. This was written within the last year of her life; she died in November '89.
It has been saved by me -- in pristine condition -- for all these years. Such a good mom. I don't believe I was so disappointed at the time, but she sure was, on my behalf.
This kind of love is still a mystery to me (a mother's love), or maybe all of it is... not necessarily the emotions, but the definition, the types, how to express each of them, and how to see them each in others. We should have more words for "love", because it really encompasses so many ways of being, and so many gestures, and so many different 'feels'. One word in a language is not nearly enough to express it all adequately.
I thought I would drop some work I finished in the past month. A few diptychs belonging to the Doom Days series...
And here, I have an "evolution of" series of shots, culminating in the final diptych...
I finished this series, Already Not Here, sometime last week.
I envision this as being presented in a grid formation, but I will have to explore it once the first three pieces are back to me from the exhibition, in late February.
This piece uses salt in the background, "to blind the devil"...and it refers to the layers of trauma experienced. 3 layers, for the 3 lines found in a haiku.
A recording of the Guided Pathways event at HCC, where I speak about my art in the Doom Days series, and the words....always the words, is below (about 50 minutes).
You can still view this online exhibition here: https://horowitzartonline.cargo.site/Shana-R-Goetsch-Doom-Days
Last week I was so pleased to speak about my series, Doom Days, with students and faculty at Howard Community College! I was asked to speak to both the paintings, and the artist statement/poem.
This was my first ever published art piece. It's an advertisement from my dad's political campaign, way back in the day...
While still timely advice, I bring this up because my dad will be honored tomorrow at the Wisconsin State Capitol! His sister and a few of my cousins will be there in my stead to witness this honor in person. I am very pleased that he will officially be remembered for his many years of community service. It's now on record.
"Rep. Born, State Representative of the 39th Assembly District, has authored an Assembly resolution to recognize and honor your father, commemorate his life and commitment to public service."
side note: I was trying out artist names so it's signed as "Shanalyn"
I'm apparently not me...
...so on this particular day, I was my own goddamn sketch artist.
