From Inside...

From inside the hexagonal piece one can see the beginning of what will be a hive of a bucky ball.

(Inside)

All of the hexagonal pieces are hand stitched together.

(A detail)

I want this piece to be at least 10 X 10 feet in size.  It will be an ever consuming piece with the senses of smell, touch and sight all being utilized.  

I am excited for this piece and hope that I will get a lot of sewing done over the break!

Open Studio Part 2

For this open studio I focused heavily on the idea of the hive.  

I have represented the hive with hexagonal forms made from honeycomb, among various other items. 

(A detail)

The first piece is an in-progress honey comb buggy ball. 

(Details)

The next two pieces are a part of a piece called A Collection.

And finally there is a pedestal in the middle of my studio to tie the pieces together.

I have tried to make a cohesive sensory experience.  From the scent of honeycomb, to the touch of the honeycomb layered hexagons, to the visual pieces I have tried to involve as many senses as possible in my work.

I hope you all enjoy!

And Inside...

And inside we were safe.  And inside we were free.  And though we did not skip, or run, or jump; we were free.  Inside we were safer than we ever would be again, because the womb was a place of safety, and warmth, love, and joy.  The womb was where we had a chance to form and grow.  It made us feel at home and at peace, all within a source of energy.  And when we got pushed, forced into the world, and out of the nest, we were immediately smacked, labeled and pronounced to be, “just so.”   So take your time to experience the smell, the sight, the feeling of being at home… once again. 

Gallery Showing

Two of my pieces recently got chosen for a call for work.  This is a gallery show that occurs every year at Linfield college.  It is composed of all student work.  I am very proud to say that two of my pieces were chosen for this great opportunity!

I feel very blessed to be a part of this student show.  

I am also very proud to say that a few of my fellow students decided to create a show of their own.  Guggle Gallery was a collection of paintings, and drawings, all placed on the floor to be stepped on by gallery participants.

The rules to this gallery were that there were no rules; a notion that goes against a lot of galleries in this day and age.

I have learned a lot over this past semester.  I believe I have grown in ways I was ready for.  

I was able to look past the things that held me back, such as sickness, and make art even if it physically hurt.

I am so grateful to have this outlet in my life and am excited to share more works!

Dada Speech

Dada objects.  Dada removes itself from every synthetic spinoff, every byproduct, for profit, knee-less manufactured commodity of distaste and disgust.  Dada objects, despises, turns its thumbs down upon, and rejects, these classless brands, these for profit art artifacts, once breathing life until they were placed in the academy and to be made “just so.” Dada objects.  Dada objects every social hierarchy.  Dada wishes to upset, alter, and destabilize, nay, abolish hierarchical thinking.  Dada wishes to upset the bourgeoisie, the proletariat, and now, the technocratic industrialists.  They are not dada.  Dada.  Dada is the freedom of the disruption of the line that separates art from life.  The disruption in the Venn diagram that keeps these two oppositions apart, in order to make life and art inclusive, enmeshed and whole again.  For there is no life without art and no art without life, no matter how often these technocratic industrialists say this is so.  Dada is the shattering of logic in a world that is as-of-war quite illogical.  Dada.  Dada is the opposite of the illogicality that is the justification of doing something simply because we can.  Dada is the opposite of this we are stronger, better, can and will take anything and everything you have mentality we now have adjusted to in our everyday life.  Dada is the re-humanization.  Dada.  Dada is life.  Dada.  Dada is all the contradictions.  Dada.  Dada is the noise gum makes when chewed and the bleep bleep of the text tone.  Dada is the illogical.  Dada.  Dada.  Dada.  Dada; as it is.  A word of nonsensicality, Dada; a word of freedom, that will take these tense colors that are painted onto every nation and its citizens in a mob mentality called patriotism, and bring these nations to the table to enjoy a heaping helping of community, followed by freedom to share expression openly and without restraint.  Dada will then provide a choice and chance and open-ended opportunity with which to enjoy the pataphysical reality.  Dada will inoculate its dinner guests with illogicality; for Dada knows that when you oppress the illogical it rampages forth to make war, the killing and justification of the innocent, logical.  Dada will interlace these so called opposing nations in order to find a common ground in the illogicality of war in order to bring about one thing, once again to the table: LIFE.