Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Dessert

-"Dessert", ceramic, selected objects. Collaboration with Lily Fein.


-twist-tie, styrofoam bit, small tree fruit, plaster finger cast, wooden debris from electricians, kiln debris saved from the trash, bit of chalkboard chalk taken from math classroom, picture of space, bit of string...honestly I suspect that everything might be beautiful in some way.




-worn kiln shards, wadding, joint compound, paint, straps from a used disposable dust mask, electrician's wire clipping found on the floor in the hallway.













Yellow Ring






-"Yellow Ring and Stand", ceramic, recycled paper, 4' tall.




Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Saturday, September 6, 2014

Compositions in Maine


 -"Composition: Silk", found silk, found twist tie, ceramic piece.

More work from Haystack Mountain School of Crafts in Maine. Everything there is play.


Friday, September 5, 2014

Yellow September

-"Yellow heart, yellow bullet, others", various found and made objects.

Back from Haystack Mountain School of Crafts in Maine (it was incredible) and I'm now working in Syracuse in a great studio (so blessed to be here). Needless to say, I have a lot of catching up to do here with posting works.

Two days into my open studio experience at Syracuse now and I already have a few small objects collected from the parking lot outside and from the corners of the hallway where bits of things have floated to the side of the main walkway undetected. I found a gorgeous scrap of plywood which was tiny and shaped like a slice of cake, and I balanced a small green wire on top with copper bits spouting out the end. It was the most satisfying thing I had ever made -- so inviting and precious. I put it to bed on my white shelf near the window with a smile.
Morning comes and I return to my studio. I notice right away that my inch tall assemblage is missing...nowhere to be found. A worker walks in after I have been searching for several minutes and when asked explains that he was sure it was just a couple of scrap pieces the electrician had left behind and he had thrown out my assemblage. His confused eyes stared back at me as I explained to him that I needed those pieces, they were ART.
Art is funny. It really is. We can get so lost in a world of beauty that other people don't even notice. It's silly and consuming and important.



Sunday, June 8, 2014

Sunday, June 1, 2014

Another bundle of imagined/found objects



-"Bundle #3", mixed media, 6.5" x 6.5".
For sale here.


Collecting, absorbing, drawing, inventing.
This is a good season.

 

Wednesday, May 21, 2014

"A Genesis"



-"A Genesis", mixed media and grass blade on recycled paper, 6.5" x 6.5".

-detail of "A Genesis", mixed media and grass blade on recycled paper, 6.5" x 6.5".
For sale here.



Tuesday, May 20, 2014

"Wata"


-"Wata", mixed media on recycled paper, 6.5" x 6.5".

Pieces bundled, built up, borrowed.
Preparing for a big migration.



Sunday, March 16, 2014

Wooden Panels


 


 
-"2B", acrylic paint on wooden panel, 6"x6"x3".
For sale here.






-"2A", acrylic paint on wooden panel, 6"x6"x3".
For sale here.




Wednesday, March 12, 2014

Finding

Just an in-progress shot. There are a lot of these small objects littering the studio this week -- crystallized, rigid, globby structures.




Finding things... peace in the quiet paths of the forest, companionship while talking to strangers in line at the grocery store, strength while dancing in the middle of a crowded room... feeling connected with the artist who created that piece of music, and perhaps understanding God a little more with each of those experiences.



Wednesday, January 22, 2014

Small Beauty

-from the "Specimen" series, mixed media, 6" x 6".

Beauty found in the small, unexpected places.


Monday, January 13, 2014

A Few Sketchbook Pages from My Travels



I was really trying to take a break from the busy work of my life when I went on vacation to Hawaii a couple of months ago, so I barely brought any art supplies... only my sketchbook and a few colored pencils. Well, that only lasted a couple of days. Soon I was saving every scrap of paper I could find (plane tickets, sandwich wrappers from the local deli) and scrounging for the extra tape off of to-go orders. Art is just too exciting to put down for any period of time.

Hawaii for me was all about adventure during the day: snorkeling with a sea turtle, exploring the Waimea Canyon, horseback riding through a grove of ficus trees and wild orchids; and then coming home to relax and make collages/draw in the evening.








Sunday, January 12, 2014

A Letter from Sol Lewitt to Eva Hesse

This is from Eva Hesse and Sol Lewitt at Craig Starr Gallery, 2011. I found it via Creatures of Comfort.




Dear Eva,
It will be almost a month since you wrote to me and you have possibly forgotten your state of mind (I doubt it though). You seem the same as always, and being you, hate every minute of it. Don’t! Learn to say “Fuck You” to the world once in a while. You have every right to. Just stop thinking, worrying, looking over your shoulder wondering, doubting, fearing, hurting, hoping for some easy way out, struggling, grasping, confusing, itchin, scratching, mumbling, bumbling, grumbling, humbling, stumbling, numbling, rumbling, gambling, tumbling, scumbling, scrambling, hitching, hatching, bitching, moaning, groaning, honing, boning, horse-shitting, hair-splitting, nit-picking, piss-trickling, nose sticking, ass-gouging, eyeball-poking, finger-pointing, alleyway-sneaking, long waiting, small stepping, evil-eyeing, back-scratching, searching, perching, besmirching, grinding, grinding, grinding away at yourself. Stop it and just DO!

From your description, and from what I know of your previous work and you [sic] ability; the work you are doing sounds very good “Drawing-clean-clear but crazy like machines, larger and bolder… real nonsense.” That sounds fine, wonderful – real nonsense. Do more. More nonsensical, more crazy, more machines, more breasts, penises, cunts, whatever – make them abound with nonsense. Try and tickle something inside you, your “weird humor.” You belong in the most secret part of you. Don’t worry about cool, make your own uncool. Make your own, your own world. If you fear, make it work for you – draw & paint your fear and anxiety. And stop worrying about big, deep things such as “to decide on a purpose and way of life, a consistant [sic] approach to even some impossible end or even an imagined end” You must practice being stupid, dumb, unthinking, empty. Then you will be able to DO!
I have much confidence in you and even though you are tormenting yourself, the work you do is very good. Try to do some BAD work – the worst you can think of and see what happens but mainly relax and let everything go to hell – you are not responsible for the world – you are only responsible for your work – so DO IT. And don’t think that your work has to conform to any preconceived form, idea or flavor. It can be anything you want it to be. But if life would be easier for you if you stopped working – then stop. Don’t punish yourself. However, I think that it is so deeply engrained in you that it would be easier to DO!
It seems I do understand your attitude somewhat, anyway, because I go through a similar process every so often. I have an “Agonizing Reappraisal” of my work and change everything as much as possible = and hate everything I’ve done, and try to do something entirely different and better. Maybe that kind of process is necessary to me, pushing me on and on. The feeling that I can do better than that shit I just did. Maybe you need your agony to accomplish what you do. And maybe it goads you on to do better. But it is very painful I know. It would be better if you had the confidence just to do the stuff and not even think about it. Can’t you leave the “world” and “ART” alone and also quit fondling your ego. I know that you (or anyone) can only work so much and the rest of the time you are left with your thoughts. But when you work or before your work you have to empty you [sic] mind and concentrate on what you are doing. After you do something it is done and that’s that. After a while you can see some are better than others but also you can see what direction you are going. I’m sure you know all that. You also must know that you don’t have to justify your work – not even to yourself. Well, you know I admire your work greatly and can’t understand why you are so bothered by it. But you can see the next ones and I can’t. You also must believe in your ability. I think you do. So try the most outrageous things you can – shock yourself. You have at your power the ability to do anything.
I would like to see your work and will have to be content to wait until Aug or Sept. I have seen photos of some of Tom’s new things at Lucy’s. They are impressive – especially the ones with the more rigorous form: the simpler ones. I guess he’ll send some more later on. Let me know how the shows are going and that kind of stuff.
My work had changed since you left and it is much better. I will be having a show May 4 -9 at the Daniels Gallery 17 E 64yh St (where Emmerich was), I wish you could be there. 
Much love to you both.
Sol