The Object as an Image

Over the summer, I made some cyanotypes while visiting my grandmother. She owns kitchen utensils that were passed down to her by her own mother. A couple may have even belonged to her grandmother as well. These objects are beautiful in their own right.

Although they are still being used, they hold for me memories of my great-grandmother and her cooking. They also bring to mind issues of legacy and inheritance. Not only do these objects symbolize the values of hard work and devotion to family that was the legacy my great-grandmother passed on to my grandmother and the rest of her descendants, but they are also imbued with memories of her recipes, mealtimes and holidays spent with family, and a tangible symbol of her touch and labor.

My goal is to incorporate several of these images into my quilted collage work. I will also experiment with using them as part of a wall collage, that will draw connections between my hand photographs and hand shell sculptures.

Objects, Labor, & Identity: Mom

It's interesting to see how the narrative created by my mom's portraits overlap with grandma's, yet tell a completely different story.

Objects, Labor, & Identity: Grandma

Although this photo series differs a bit from work that I have made in the past there is one theme that is ever-present, references to the sense of touch. Working loosely with narrative, I tried to capture candid (with one exception) images that tell a biography of sorts. I also draw connections with line metaphor I've been working with and the visual theme of capturing and archiving gestures. I've chosen to desaturate the colors to unify the images and reference a not so distant past. This is a work in progress. I plan to incorporate sound and objects to expand the narrative.

Objects, Labor, & Identity: Mom and her Cross-stitching

I see this photo series as a continuation of the object series I started last semester where I cast the negative space created by specific gestures to create organic, shell-like objects. My mom has always been creative. When I was young, she ran a home-based sewing business. Some of my earliest memories are of watching her work or going fabric shopping with her. Although she has taken up cross-stitching recently, observing her creative process feels like a memory that has come full circle. This series also picks up the branching line visual motif that I started using last semester.

Candy Colored Creeks and Lollipop Trees

I've been spending the majority of my time working on the painted objects this past week. The lollipop trees are nearing completion. After laying on several layers of under-painting, I started working on layers of poured paint over the trees. The underlying structure has too much depth for me to control the pours with much accuracy. As a result, I was pretty much stuck with whatever happened. At first this was highly frustrating, then I decided just to go with it. Removing the tape allowed paint to run off of the trees and pool wherever it ended up. The pattern that emerged after the pink pours was very interesting so I decided to stop there. Feeling the need to experiment even more, I started adding layers of dots on the flat surfaces at the top of each form. The original impression/memory that inspired this piece involved watching the wind blow through the trees behind my grandmother's house. The way the light shimmered off of the vibrating leaves gave me a sense that the trees were alive and breathing. My goal was to create a static object that embodied that kind of kinetic energy. At the moment the plan is to complete the dot layers, then add some texture in the form of a grass pattern in the negative space on the right side of the composition.

After 1st 2 pours

After 3rd pour

Building up dots

A detail of pooled paint

I completed and gessoed two forms from a previous post. This week I worked on building up the surface texture a bit. These two pieces will be monochromatic. I plan to cover one with layers of stain to emphasize the surface texture. The other will be finished off with a pour on top of the stain. I also worked on making a new piece.

This will be the 3rd form in the series

A detail of the 4th in the series

New piece to papier-mache next week.

Finally, the beads....not much new to report with that piece. Still pushing forward. I'm starting to vary the size and color of the beads more; creating a patterns of concentric circles within the overall pattern.

Maybe I spoke too soon...

A couple of posts ago I said that the most important aspect of my work is time rather material or labor. Now I'm not so sure. Tonight, as I made countless slow, meditative circular motions with my hand to rub coffee ground paste into a piece of cloth, I revisited that decision in my thoughts. Perhaps the material is of little consequence. It doesn't matter whether its dyeing and drying sand, then sifting it back into its fine texture, pouring identical little piles of sand, or neatly arranging sand into smooth rows. It doesn't matter whether its carefully pressing rice paste into fabric to make a pattern or rubbing coffee into fabric to stain it. Clay, sand, newspaper, cardboard, coffee, cotton, rice, flour are all simply materials. Materials that outside of the context of art are not regarded very highly. Labor (the time, process, and effort I exert) is the agent that turns these humble materials into art.