3 posts tagged “clay art”
I've been working on a series of small, clay wall sculptures that I'm sure Hawthorne would disapprove of! It was interesting to read of his prolific creativity beginning in early adolescence. His life was one of privilege and opportunity, but he used it well, despite his judgmental, puritanical tones. Interesting that he added the W to Hawthorne to change his name so as to not be associated with a grandfather who was a judge at the Salem Witch trials, but then later expressed such puritanical condemnation in the Scarlet Letter. He later wrote: "I have not lived, but only dreamed about living."
Meanwhile, back in the studio, I've mostly not been in the studio. The past two weeks have been spent teaching, organizing to teach this semester, next semester, summer and fall 2010. I'm pretty booked! But now that is mostly organized and I can get back to work with color, clay and canvas.
I particularly like Hawthorne's quote. It speaks to my most recent clay wall pieces, currently hanging in the show.
The moon is ever present.
Work while you have the light.
You are responsible for the talent
that has been entrusted to you.
-Henri Frederic Amiel
It has been quite an intense journey/labor of love getting the work to this point, but for some reason I've keep stretching out for the goal. Firing and re-firing kilns, mixing colors, trimming sponges and brushes, Adjusting and readjusting lights in the wee hours for accuracy. Sleeplessness. Life swirling around me in its normal tidal surge.
The absurdity of it does make one wonder about why artists do what they do. What is the passion/tenacity that makes me forgo sleep/normalcy/food/comfort to get the job done.
These are a few images from the show at Gallery•in•the•Field.
A very fun part was doing the drawings. Texture and color and luminescence thanks to interference colors, which radiate off the walls.
I am pleased with the installation of the show. The space is SO BEAUTIFUL. Warm, beautifully patterned floors and a soaring ceiling. There is a bit of danger. Precarious art is always alarming. The vessel drawings are new, and satisfying. A very nice surprise return to a familiar technique. Carved slab vessels. Nothing technically new, but like speaking French after years of not even thinking about it. The poetry and synapses and grammar are all there waiting to be aligned and burst into song.
This piece is so muscular. I feel stronger just looking at it. He is singing along with the passionate rhythm of the drum. Coil built and fired clay, painted with acrylic.
I am on task, on track, completely focused on my upcoming show at Gallery in the Field, opening in December. That, and the three classes I am teaching. Much progress on all fronts.
Such an artful week: two openings and the Brandon Artists Guild Auction. A whirlwind of excellent, exciting art and dialogue.