Down Another Path . . .

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As an artist, there are these moments that you look at your work and have a knowing that there is something more, something just beyond your reach, something which will take you off the path.  In life and in art that's when its gets interesting.  For an artist it could be a new surface, a new material, a different way of putting things together, planning or not planning.  Whatever it takes to move you out of your comfort zone will suffice.  

I bought some india ink.  I had not used ink since I was in high school which is a while back.  I also usually do a study and put a fair amount of planning for my larger pieces.  All this was tossed to the side and I have to say it felt pretty good.  Something new is coming and isn't that what the creative life is about.  

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Nathalia Edenmont: Beauty and Pain

Recently, I was able to attend Nathalia Edenmont's Exhibition at the Nancy Hoffman Gallery in New York.  What an amazing evening.  Her photographs, larger than life and stunningly beautiful can truly be appreciated in person.  Nathalia lives in Sweden and I was able to do an in-depth interview over several phone conversations.  I found her story and the connection to her art to be fascinating.  She attended the opening and I was able to meet her and have dinner with her and her team from Sweden.  I am always grateful to meet and spend time with these amazing artists.  I learn so much and always walk away from the encounter completely inspired.  I want to thank both Nathalia and Nancy for the opportunity.  

Here is the story published in the Huffington Post.

 

 

Nasty Woman Amsterdam

I was honored to be invited to participate in Nasty Woman Amsterdam in March at Josilda Da Conceicao Gallery in Amsterdam.  This exhibition is an outgrowth of the original Nasty Woman exhibition in the Knockdown Center in Queens, NY.  Since then there have been 30 sister shows and counting around the globe that have raised over $181.000 for women's rights and social issues.  I  created a poster based on a painting of my grandmother who perhaps was an original Nasty Woman.   Just to review, "Nasty Woman" became a rallying call to woman, an unintended consequence to a thoughtless, misogynistic and disrespectful comment made during a Presidential Debate by Donald Trump.   

From Emma Gray of the Huffington Post:

During the final moments of the third and final presidential debate, Donald Trump interrupted Clinton as she was answering a question about social security. “Such a nasty woman,” he muttered into his microphone. Women all over the world have reclaimed a word meant to insult.  Happy to have participated in this show.

 Here are some articles about the Amsterdam exhibition.: ReutersMetro News,UK, Hiraeth Magazine

Exhibition runs March 4 – 12, 2017
Josilda da Conceição Gallery
Wormerveerstraat 15, 1013 JS Amsterdam
 

Life Shifts Beneath Us

  The paintings below have their roots in a photograph of my parents first apartment from 1950.  The furniture was part of the scenery of my childhood and in fact, I still have some of the pieces in my own home thousands of miles away.  They give me comfort as tangible reminders of my parents who are passed.  The chair in which my father had serious talks when one of us screwed up now is used by the next generation, having those very similar talks when raising our three teenagers.  I cannot help but think of him in those moments even after all of these years.  The world is filled with uncertainty these days and the thought of things, corporeal as they may be,  that have stood the test of time and in their own way have witnessed history provide a momentary relief and a broader perspective.

I heard someone say, "The world is changing so fast that its like coming home every night and your furniture is in a different place and this happens every day." This painting reflects my efforts at bringing that idea to life.  Its full of flying furniture and windows to the infinite with  reminders from nature that some things will always remain and beauty will find its way eventually.   Life shifts beneath our feet these days.

Things that Linger

Life shifts but some things linger. I re-created my childhood living room, everything aqua and brown, very 60's style. I painted the brown sofa with silver threads running through it and the afghan that was always on the back, then I found the picture of my sister and I sitting on it and she sent me a picture of the afghan. I didn't realize it was still around. We don't have many hierlooms in this family; the bookcase my dad built, mom's china and this afghan. Objects which tether us to memory.

Dowager

The Women's Funding Alliance is a non profit organization whose mission is to advance leadership and economic opportunities for women in Washington State.  They will be featuring my artwork over the next three months as a part of their Spotlight on Women Artists series. The pieces above are from my Dowager series.  These ladies come from the photographs of my grandmother and her family and friends, all women possessing  a hard won wisdom and strength, courtesy of the great depression and World War II. I have the vaguest of memories of these women as a child, but do remember their laughter, grit and warmth. 

Women's Funding Alliance                                                                                                                2101 4th Ave.  Suite 1330, Seattle                                                                                                 January 4 - March 31

Eloise, Jewel, Florence

Eloise, Jewel, Florence

Meeting Hung Liu

Hung Liu at Walter Maciel Gallery

Hung Liu at Walter Maciel Gallery

This month I had the absolute privilege of interviewing contemporary painter, Hung Liu, who has been an important influence in my work.  The year I entered art school I cut out two small copies of her paintings and taped them to my easel and they stayed there for many years.  Born in China and immigrating to this country in 1984, she has a fascinating life story.  Her powerful work can be found most major museums.  We spent several hours talking and then I was able to meet her and spend some time with her in Los Angeles.  I am so grateful for the time spent with her.  She is an amazing artist and person and always inspiring.  The article is here. 

Huffington Post: Contemporary Painter, Hung Liu, "I Felt the Weight of HIstory."

 

 

 

 

 

With Liberty and Justice for Some

It seems the perfect time to remember that this country is only strengthened by our openess  and diversity   I am honored to have been invited to participate in this very special exhibition honoring immigrants at the Walter Maciel Gallery in Los Angeles, co-curated by San Francisco artist, Monica Lundy and gallerist Walter Maciel. 

I contributed a portrait of a young friend who came to this country when she was 4 years old.  As an undocumented "dreamer", I have witnessed her long and repeated efforts to become a permanent resident in these uncertain times. She is a hard working, compassionate and talented young woman who is as American as my own children. We are all hoping that the only place that she knows as home will welcome her one day.

The opening was an amazing experience with 1,000 people in attendance.  Over 100 artists from all over the country participated and many traveled to be there that night as well as many locals. It was a bit of a magical evening.  Thank you to co-curators Walter Maciel and Monica Lundy. If you live in Los Angeles the exhibition is running through March. (My piece is 3rd row down, 3rd from the left in the top photo.) Article, Artist's Mobilize: With Liberty and Justice for Some, is here with several images from the show.

In April it will be traveling to the San Francisco Arts Commission Gallery and in September to the Berkeley Art Center.  

Post Election: What is Mine to Do?

Art at Mary's Place

Art at Mary's Place


A few days have passed since the political landscape was turned upside down. Many of us are still having difficulty wrapping our heads around the political “winner takes all” reality we now find ourselves in. I had to take a break from social media because the sense of collective angst was at times, overwhelming. Besides my feelings as a woman in this shifting landscape, wondering if women will retain their reproductive rights and disturbed by the misogynist rhetoric. I cannot stop thinking about the people in my life: my friends of color, my kid’s undocumented friends who have been here since they were young, and LGBTQ friends who are more like family. I can’t imagine how difficult these days must be for them as the disturbing implication settles in; that this country is not truly interested in empowering them to share equally in the American Dream. We cannot let them stand alone.

So, what’s next? Something came across my Facebook feed on election night from my former Atelier teacher, artist, Mark Kang O Higgins, which expresses the challenge before us; “With the results of today, it is tempting to retreat even further. But if anything, the lessons of this election should lead us all to realize the danger of apathy and non-engagement with the public sphere. This should be a clarion call for all of us to get up off our couches, stop watching crap and advocate for what we believe in.”

I’m a very practical person. I have a habit of asking a simple question when life brings uncertainty, unexpected circumstances, even pain or chaos. What is mine to do? It’s a very useful question to cut through to what really matters within the context of my life at the moment. The answer to that question for me lies both in continuing to do some things that I am involved in, but more importantly, to look for other ways to expand my involvement in making this world, more specifically this country a better place.

I haven’t had to look far. Seattle, along with most cities on the West Coast are experiencing a homelessness crisis of unprecedented scope. I have witnessed this worsening situation through my years of volunteer work at Mary’s Place. (a group of shelters for homeless women and families) It’s humbling and puts your own worries in perspective to get to know folks for which the very real necessity of food and shelter drives each and every decision every minute of every day. Now, I teach Art to the children of the shelter and my husband helps the kids with their homework after school. I have seen first hand, the power of art in the hands of homeless children: it not only brings joy to their world and but nurtures their spirit. My husband’s time with the children provides absolutely critical one on one attention to support their learning. I am quite sure that every shelter in every city has a true need for volunteers of all sorts. You will find that you can never give as much as you yourself receive from the incredibly amazing people that you meet.

I have also found it helpful to get out of my neighborhood and out of my box, so to speak. In August I participated in a potluck with Muslim and Non-Muslim women at Idris Mosque here in Seattle as a part of artist’s, Ann-Marie Stillion’s project, Unfurled. I had no idea what these women’s daily interactions in a Non-Muslim world looked like and deeply admired their grace and strength in dealing with the America which they encounter. By the end of the evening, we discovered that indeed a sisterhood among women still exists regardless of our very different experiences.

As an artist my world includes many other artists. As artists, history shows us that art has always had an important place in reflecting the culture and creating the scaffolding for new ideas to take root. I invite my colleagues; artists, curators and gallerists to join me in looking for ways to further expand the platform beyond the regular audience; let the artwork inspire difficult conversations and remind people of the beauty of creativity and the possibility to inspire change.

I can only share from my own experience, but you only need to take a glance around in your own community to find a place to make a difference. It will look different for everyone and that is part of the beauty of this diverse society we live in. If life already feels too complex, too busy or too overwhelming to think about these things right at the moment, do something simple; join the #safetypin movement to let those who are feeling unsupported know that they have an ally on the bus, on the train or in line at the grocery store. The new political climate serves as an open invitation to step up in specific ways in order to form a more perfect union, a democracy which works for everybody, grounded in acceptance, respect, and compassion. I will keep asking the question, “What is mine to do?” Will you join me?

Read article and see all images at Huffington Post

 

 

 

Nature's Abstractions: Gifts from Glacier National Park

I have to admit, this was my first experience camping in a National Park. I always felt spoiled by the bounty of natural beauty here in Pacific Northwest and spent many camping trips exploring the region with my family. As the kids got older it was more of a push for us to find the time and the energy to put together a camping trip. Camping with three kids gave a different meaning to the term, “working vacation”. Now that the kids were out of the house, my husband and I decided to reclaim and redefine our camping experience by leaving the Northwest to camp in Glacier National Park in Montana.

I had not spent any time in Montana or visited any other National Park so I had vague expectations of mountains, streams, lots of trees, yada, yada, yada. I had no idea of the native, undefined and undomesticated beauty that awaited me. I found myself thinking that I could be on another planet. This was a place that reminded me of a work of art created by a masterful craftsman assisted by the tools of time, geology, and weather. I was not only in awe of the incredible vistas of mountain, meadow and river unfolding in every direction, but was equally drawn to nature’s minutiae. I started looking down as well as out and up. I was propelled to look beyond the panoramic views to what lay beneath.

Literally, with every step taken in Glacier I took notice of a myriad of objects which appeared as living vignettes of abstract art. I found shape, line, repetition, value and color embedded seamlessly in the geology and the botany of the forest, meadow and mountaintop. Surrounded by these small refinements I began to frame abstract work as a metaphor for nature. I realize this is no news flash to the art world but there was something magical about personal discovery.

I came away with a deeper understanding of abstraction, new inspiration for my own work and an incredible appreciation for nature’s gifts. Most of all, I am grateful that places like Glacier National Park still exist and am hopeful that there is a will to insure that these national treasures are protected for generations to come.

 

MORE IMAGES AT NATURE'S ABSTRACTIONS ON HUFFINGTON POST

Artist Block Meets the Zen of Picking Blueberries

It had been three weeks of walking past the half-finished painting on the easel.  My time in the studio was spent on anything but that painting.  I was instead practicing my finely tuned avoidance and procrastination skills and began to think that this painting might never be finished. I usually painted my way out of “artist’s block” bybreaking into my “just keep going” mantra. Instead, I walked away.  

As a painter, I like to think of myself as an artist with an adventuresome spirit.  After the completion of a major series, I would spend the next few weeks playing with surface, media, subject and techniques. I have always found these forays into experimentation to be valuable.  I had just completed a series of studies and was ready to start translating some of these new ideas to a large canvas.  Somehow, the scale changed the stakes in my mind and I now attached unrealistic significance to a 40 x 60 flat plane in space.  This work was a completely new direction and I was not at all confident that reality could match my vision. I was barely satisfied with what I had done so far.  Worse, I was fairly confident that from this point on I would probably screw it up, a reflection of my own unease about heading into the unknown.

Stuck, and not feeling good about it I decided to set Saturday aside, a usual painting day and pulled my husband with me to a Snohomish blueberry farm.  It was a perfect Seattle summer day: bright sun, mid 70’s, the kind of day that is so appreciated after a week of rain in the middle of July.  I grabbed a bucket and joined the others spread among the rows and rows of the 7-foot tall blueberry bushes. Grandparents worked alongside grandchildren. Mother’s were joined by toddlers at their feet, enjoying the shade and picking up the blueberries that had dropped on the ground.  After walking several rows I spotted the one that was mine to harvest.  It was heavy on top with plump, purplish berries in repeated clusters from the top to the bottom of the bush.  Immediately I realized that just grabbing a bunch would not work as more ended up on the ground than in the bucket. Gathering blueberries required concentration, picking one berry at a time, working slowly and deliberately. Concentration on a simple task and repetition lead to a quiet repose for my mind. Ah . . .  the perfect zen recipe for getting out of my own head.  

At the risk of sounding a bit corny, I had a moment.  The truth is artist block is most likely entangled with other more urgent concerns of life.  Everything we do exists within the context of our life. We all have our list running endlessly and noisily through our heads. In a moment, my complete focus was on the task, choosing the ripe, leaving the green, choosing the ripe, leaving the green.  The chatter in my head stopped and I looked past the branches to the clearest and bluest of skies and simply felt grateful.   I was overwhelmed by how wonderful the world was in this moment.  How lucky I was to be standing under a bright sun on a warm day on this beautiful little patch of the planet. 

It is so rare that I allow myself to be fully present to the moment that I had forgotten the power of a moment to reset your mind and soul.  It reminds me of how a spinning top finds its perfect balance between the wobbling of time and space. In an instant, it spins in perfect stillness before gravity once again assumes its ascendancy.  It can be a great relief to find that moment: it expands your frame and helps you recognize that you are a part of a bigger world.  An openness of heart and flexibility of thinking returns.  

After collecting several pounds of perfectly sweet blueberries I started to think of that unfinished canvas as I was walking back to the car.  I had the simple yet very freeing thought, “it's only canvas and paint.”   I reminded myself that I have made my share of bad paintings. I know there will be more and honestly they are actually the best teachers.  Being afraid of making mistakes has not served me ever. I realized it was time to go make some more on that unfinished piece, or not.  Who knows?  It was time to stop caring so much about the outcome, get back to taking risks and to go get unstuck.  Somehow and a bit magically, my time in the blueberry patch provided the catalyst to confidently return to the studio and my life.

I'll meet you there

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field. I'll meet you there.    

                                                                                                                                     Rumi

Last Sunday night I had the pleasure in participating in a project and documentary by artist and photographer Ann-Marie Stillion.  Ten Muslim and non Muslim women met for the evening at the Islamic Idress Mosque sharing our favorite foods and a night of conversation, questions and enlightenment.  It was a time to simply get to know each other and learn from each other.  

I sat with a woman from Syria and although she immigrated as a teen, much of her family remains there.  As we talked I thought about the worry and grief that must be a part of her daily life.  How are there any words to describe what that experience of life must be?  We heard of the challenges that these women face in light of the the recent effects of political rhetoric against Muslims.  These good, compassionate women carry a daily burden which shows itself as an elbowed bump from a stranger or a racial slur directed towards them.  

At the end of the evening I think we all realized that we had all been enriched from our time together.  We also recognized our bond as women and voiced our hope and belief in a peaceful planet.