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...in memory of his beloved mother Georgia Boyd - December 1939 - March 27 2020
It seems we are all a bit confused and shy to follow the directions for COVID 19 but it is our duty to be responsible
not only for our self but for those who share the world with us, those we love and care for and those who are unknown.
Many lives depend upon our correct action, this situation may be the shock needed to shift our awareness.
It gets easier if we are all in this together. (that's why Sae and I are practicing and trying to get you onboard)
After using collage with this Medieval set we went out on the street and photographed an old building in the state of demolition and salvation
and found that we had somehow created almost exactly the same construction as in the painting, (seen in our Feb 27th blog).
This was unconscious and therefore surprising, the way we take in impressions and remember them in our bodies.
... thanks to Eron Boyd
For these collages we each had a copy of the two paintings shown above which we combined.
All in all we were able to finish thirteen collages using the same material.
These are the first three.
This strange coming together of elements to make what could be called a sculpture,
is a playful and spontaneous response to the objects and materials present in the space
but also to the inquiry itself. Irrefutable alteration provides a framework to
explore and to perceive variations on a theme.
Looking at the different images on the blog will give you a hint of those possibilities.
This show that is currently evolving began as P R I M A L J O U R N E Y
with a solitary boat figure in a tumultuous sea.The figure descended and turned,
M E E T I N G W H A L E.
"And then what? we asked. How does this story continue?
Even whales must come up for air. Gravity below our feet keeps us standing or pulls us over.
As you probably saw in earlier blogs we cut the boat and stood it on its end.
A ladder of sorts leaning on the ramparts, an effort to climb away from earth's concerns.
The truth is, after meeting whale one is irrefutably altered and that is the new title;-
I R R E F U T A B L Y A L T E R E D.
Today we all met back at the gallery again, Sae, deborah and Floyd, after a few days apart.
The gallery is a rare and special place, a place where creativity is allowed to live.
This was our second drawing based on 'The Ice House' by Lawren Harris 1923.
The house seems to represent a unique and solitary place, surrounded by the elements.
A mystery which invites one to enter.
We hope the gallery does the same.
We seem to organize our lives into years.
Time lines, running parallel until they don't
a sudden turn in direction sometimes takes us
where we can't imagine going
and every new year we commit to being better
a noble resolution we hope to live up to
standing up again
some semblance of structure that we can measure ourselves against,
a path to follow.
This collage was done after listening to the twenty-one musical portraits composed by Prokofiev while he was attending university.
Some of them are less than a minute in length and each is exquisitely complex and surprising. Please click on the link and enjoy.
Halloween began as the ancient festival of Samhain.
It was believed that at the end of summer and the beginning of winter (november 1)
the barrier between the worlds of the living and the dead became very thin.
Disguises were worn to make oneself unrecognizable to the spirits,
negativity was released to make way for new energy to enter.
Two different artists,
two different days,
sharing an understanding.
An artist creates a visual language.
In the beginning it is unknown even by the artist but over time with repetition there is recognition and vocabulary expands.
But the language is not only visual it is also spatial, consisting of shapes and dimensions.
It communicates direction and movement, inward and outward.
Postures and gestures convey mood and complex subtle qualities.
When we give our attention to a piece of art we are learning a language,
one that touches the memory of our senses.
We may be surprised that we understand.