It was important for the audience to view the works in silence. I believe the art did speak. After a period of silence for each work -- I shared a few points. While working on landscapes in 2005, I also did a body of work with one thing in common.....
Brother Obermuller 20 x 16 (private collection)
Open 26 x 11.5 on panel
Ask 24 x 24 on panel
Mother And Daughter in Samarkand 20 x 16 on canvas
My Mother 28 x 22 on panel
Mystery 11.25 x 25.5 on frame
Brushstrokes brought me close to sisters and brothers, mothers and fathers, some of which, have lost relatives because of their love for him.
The pavement I walked on the way to work reminded me of the particles scientists say our atoms are composed of. On a rainy day the tiny grains reminded me of an IMAX movie going down into infinity. The galactic particulate I saw in the cement sidewalk led me to experiment with sand in 2000. The grit helped create the suspended particles I wanted. In the end I had an intense vortex spinning in space. I thought about the words of one who holds all things in place by the power of his voice. The one who loved me. I named that piece At His Command 44 x 31.5 inches on panel. When I study its textures I am reminded of the one my family across the sea is in love with.
Contemplating the Rhythm and Boundaries That Your Voice Sets For Sub-Atomic Particles While I Stand On The Sidewalk And Look Down At The Asphalt On My Way To School 28 x 46 inches on panel
The "floating ice cube" pattern I began with (below) transformed into a veiled figure in light when it dried. As an author wrote, "you are surrounded by unapproachable light." It was works like these that fell into another category. Not landscape, not figurative, where acrylic paint and texture were joined. Works formed by process with experimentation in mind, and upon completion, became something more, that directed my attention past the materials to him.
The words of physicist Paul Davies reminded me,"Without gravity, not only would there be no galaxies, stars, or planets, but the universe could not have even come into being, for the very notion of the expanding universe, and the big bang as the origin of space time, is rooted in gravity. Without electromagnetism there would be no atoms, no chemistry or biology and no heat or light from the sun. If there were no strong nuclear force then nuclei could not exist, and so again there would be no atoms or molecules, no chemistry or biology, nor would the sun and stars be able to generate heat and light from nuclear energy. Even the weak force plays a crucial role in shaping the universe. If it did not exist, the nuclear reactions in the sun and starts could not proceed, and supernovae would probably not occur, and the vital life-giving heavy elements would therefore be unable to permeate the universe. Life might be impossible. When we remember that these four very different types of force, each one vital for generating the complex structures that make our universe so active and interesting, all derive from a single, simple superforce, the ingenuity of it all literally boggles the mind." (Superforce, 1982)
I invited a young volunteer to come up and investigate the materials I used. The student told the audience it "was made of rock."
Above, from left to right, are four stages of an amoeba surrounding and digesting its prey. At 37 1/2 by 94 3/4 inches, Care For An Amoeba, needed to be on a lightweight backing. Indoor paneling was my solution in 2002.
After her thorough inspection, this volunteer concluded the piece (below) was made of aggregate, white gravel, and an asphalt-like substance on wood.
Consciousness is a mystery. Biochemist Stuart Kaufman asked how inorganic molecules could organize themselves into organisms with conscience? Physicist Paul Davies asked how it is that we can process complex information? Analytical physicist John C. Polkinghorne put the phenomena in perspective when he called our race the thinking reed. How was it that that we can built instruments that detect complexity in the natural order? Neuroscientist Patricia Churchland stated that research has failed to explain how the brain does what it does. These findings directed my thoughts elsewhere.
I called it Wired To Hear Your Voice (40 3/4 x 64 inches).The one who makes it possible for water to be the right viscosity for amoebas, has made it possible for Homo sapiens to interface with himself. My consciousness can know his thoughts and neurologically experience his embrace.To me, it is MORE breaking in.
I invited a young volunteer to come up and investigate the materials I used. The student told the audience it "was made of rock."
In his book Nature's Destiny, 1998 microbiologist Michael Denton said the properties of water on Earth were such that micro organisms and single-celled creatures could move about freely. If the viscosity were even slightly heavier cellular life would not be able to function like it did. It was these constraints, these boundaries, these precise dynamics that fascinated me. Leon A. Housman wrote about these minute creatures in his Essentials of Zoology (1963), "they pursue and capture food or sit still and reach out
to capture it, they ingest it; they digest it; they eliminate liquid wastes from the body; they respire; they produce energy; they grow; they reproduce their kind. They go where they want to go, they retreat from where they don't want to be, or they just stay still. Some scholars say they seem to exercise choice, will, judgment, memory; others that they merely react mechanically to stimuli."
Think about it...the universe is a big place...no, that's too big, let's just think about planet Earth...no, let's just think about Carrollton...ok, let's just think about this room, that would be a lot easier...Ok...so things are set in motion, over how many years...forces are in place...things are put just so...and water is made just right...for this season on Earth...to ensure that these fragile creatures have being. Have you looked at cellular biology recently? It's just amazing...I think about ALL THIS and can't help but think about him.to capture it, they ingest it; they digest it; they eliminate liquid wastes from the body; they respire; they produce energy; they grow; they reproduce their kind. They go where they want to go, they retreat from where they don't want to be, or they just stay still. Some scholars say they seem to exercise choice, will, judgment, memory; others that they merely react mechanically to stimuli."
Above, from left to right, are four stages of an amoeba surrounding and digesting its prey. At 37 1/2 by 94 3/4 inches, Care For An Amoeba, needed to be on a lightweight backing. Indoor paneling was my solution in 2002.
After her thorough inspection, this volunteer concluded the piece (below) was made of aggregate, white gravel, and an asphalt-like substance on wood.
During preceding week, visitors to the library cast their own guesses what this 6 x 12 inch panel was covered with.
"Rice Krispies on Gypsum Wall Board"
(Evelyn Robertson)
"Peanuts that have been crushed"
(Sue Lightfoot)
"Gravel + Acrylic Paint"
(D. Belcher)
"House winter shutter with
flooring painted scene on"
(Bettie Sawatzky)
"Aquarium Rocks"
(Viola Fisk)
"Red Cinnamon Valentine's Day Candy"
(Gaylyn)
"Looks like aquarium gravel
and acrylic paint."
(Steph)
"Lava rocks or gravel with red and yellow paint."
(Savanna Lightfoot and Mollie Bingham)
"Crushed teeth."
(Loralu Sherman
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The answer is acrylic paint on
crushed oyster shells
(used by farmers for chicken feed)
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Volunteers took similiar experimental panels around for all to see.(Evelyn Robertson)
"Peanuts that have been crushed"
(Sue Lightfoot)
"Gravel + Acrylic Paint"
(D. Belcher)
"House winter shutter with
flooring painted scene on"
(Bettie Sawatzky)
"Aquarium Rocks"
(Viola Fisk)
"Red Cinnamon Valentine's Day Candy"
(Gaylyn)
"Looks like aquarium gravel
and acrylic paint."
(Steph)
"Lava rocks or gravel with red and yellow paint."
(Savanna Lightfoot and Mollie Bingham)
"Crushed teeth."
(Loralu Sherman
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The answer is acrylic paint on
crushed oyster shells
(used by farmers for chicken feed)
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Consciousness is a mystery. Biochemist Stuart Kaufman asked how inorganic molecules could organize themselves into organisms with conscience? Physicist Paul Davies asked how it is that we can process complex information? Analytical physicist John C. Polkinghorne put the phenomena in perspective when he called our race the thinking reed. How was it that that we can built instruments that detect complexity in the natural order? Neuroscientist Patricia Churchland stated that research has failed to explain how the brain does what it does. These findings directed my thoughts elsewhere.
This piece began like any other. I found a neural pattern in a book, and drew it on a panel. I glued crushed oyster shells on that pattern. Thinking back on the process, the most exciting moments came when I poured clear glue over the shells and dribbling paint on top of that. The lighter paint formed intricate rivulets I could not do by hand (see below) The way the paint broke apart, the swirls, the way it dried. That took away my breath.
I called it Wired To Hear Your Voice (40 3/4 x 64 inches).The one who makes it possible for water to be the right viscosity for amoebas, has made it possible for Homo sapiens to interface with himself. My consciousness can know his thoughts and neurologically experience his embrace.To me, it is MORE breaking in.
a viewer in the audience spoke up: prisilla: When I first saw that orange piece, it was the one I was least comfortable with. But as you have talked about the process in conceiving the work, it means a lot more to me now. You see, I have Parkinson's Disease, and have been having my own struggles....
When I began working on this idea I thought it was about someone younger than me. Soon after, I became convinced it was my own portrait. I do not have orange hair or nose rings, but this one phrase beat in my heart of hearts. "You love this porcupine, I am yours and you are mine." There have been issues in my life. Attitudes I was not proud of, that pushed others away from me. My own kind of piercings. Looking back, that painting was all about him - the One I gazed upon, the One I surrendered to, the One who called me lovely, the One who brought me into his presence with joy inspite of my issues, my words and actions, and a whole slew of reasons. Thus the title. "You embrace me...how can you?" That was me at my core, whether as an artist or as a human being. Everthing else flowed out from that.
When I finished the Carrollton mural I had that same sense. There was more going on than my eyes could see. That mural was all about outsiders who came here to build and plant. Our future was about outsiders who would continue come here to build and plant. There was a yearning and a hunger for more, and a request for openness to the one who broke in to hearts and minds, and breathed a fresh fragrance of welcome on the deepest parts of our city. The one who loved the porcupine loved the citizens of Carrollton.
The location at Virgina and Washington was significant. It was Washington Street that used to be saloonville in the early years. People have recounted to me how that what not the part of town you would want to walk through on the way home from school. In hindsight, it was interesting to see three new businesses move in, and see the property value go up, after the mural was completed.
To me, the wailing woman and the figure of light embody the feminine qualities of God. I used to be a united methodist minister.
ReplyDeleteJust discovered this site...had NO idea you painted a mural in Carrollton and that you are so active in painting still, and instruction! So awesome to be related to you - I should get to know you better ;-P! Love your descriptions of exploration of the various mediums you use in your art. ♡♡♡
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