Saturday, August 23, 2014
With Big Head (Listening) the intent was clear almost from when I had the panels cut, which is very unlike me. There was an idea in my head of big heads (and they are big--the panel is 49" x26"), and that they would be formed as negative space left by the paper. The paper I used is handmade paper with little flowers in it, given to me by a friend. The mouth, eye, eyebrow, and ear were all bits and pieces from my enormous collection of photographs(I have thousands of pieces of photographs that I have tried to organize in my own arcane way. For example, I have two plastic boxes with just photographic heads. One box is labeled "not real heads" and the other "real". Within those categories they are organized by size and sex, either male or female. Each category has it's own little paper folder to keep it with it's peers). The motion and action of the existing paint determined the title of this particular big head. With Big Head (Listening), it was the pink paint sweeping from one side of the head to the other, starting with, or ending at, the ear.
Thursday, August 14, 2014
When I did this image, I know I had in mind a painting of several horses resting in a pasture, so I went online to see if I could track it down, a favorite from my childhood. What's interesting is my use of a tree to define the horse, clearly having been impressed by the tree in this painting.
Tuesday, August 5, 2014
After a few weeks of trying different ways of making the transfers, and most of them working only some of the time and not very well, I turned to youtube, and found clips on how to do the transfers(Gary's here has over 160,000 hits https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BnF1WpxMsBs ).I watched all that I could find, and was appalled at their sloppy techniques. "No problem", I thought to myself, "I teach this stuff". So, back to the studio, armed with lots of knowledge and ideas of why things weren't working. One woman had said in her demo, "Don't be cheap about applying lots of the glue!", so I knew to load up my brush with the "glue". Days later, I wasn't much better off, except that I knew what would happen if I used too much of the polymer medium, and what would happen if I was stingy with it. I tried regular brushes, foam brushes, and even my fingers(sloppy technique!) to apply the medium. Still bad. Always something lifting or smooshing or disappearing, but with tantalizing bits and pieces of it working perfectly. I kept working. One night I dreamed that I was doing full body transfers of people. They worked just fine in my dreams.
The images piled up. Sometimes they almost worked. Sometimes they were a complete and total failure. Days went by. I kept working. But the interesting thing that happened was that when I would first pull off a transfer, and realize that once again, it hadn't really worked, I would be disappointed. However, later that day or the next, I would come back, look at the image and find that I liked what I was getting, or perhaps, better said, what was happening that I didn't have much control over.
One night, I thought, why not just put make the layers in photoshop and then put the pieces of paper through my printer and get the image in a 100% true and faithful way, so I did:
Saturday, July 26, 2014
It was heartbreaking. Some of the pieces had technical issues and others were not fully resolved. But mostly there were a number that were just too big, too complicated, and too difficult to deal with in terms of content. They were multiple panel pieces which were based on grids of large gelatin silver prints that I had then over painted with oil paint. They were difficult to print as photos because they were so large, hard to set up to paint and then really hard to paint because of their complexity and size. They were hard to photograph and frame, and very difficult to show people because of the multiple panels. Most were done in the early 90's.
|Bird with Hand 75" x 52"|
Sunday, July 20, 2014
Recently, a friend, (on his way down to Mexico) and I were talking about the dangers of travel in Latin America and I mentioned this incident. A few days later he sent me the following link: http://www.npr.org/2014/05/06/310089151/sam-baker-finding-grace-in-the-wake-of-destruction
Sunday, July 13, 2014
The first fallen angel is thought to be who we now know as the Devil, AKA Lucifer("Day Star" or "Son of the Morning"). It seems originally that he was a super angel; handsome, charming, personable and able to sit at the right hand of God, taking care of everything, just a really great personal assistant. But, as time went on, and he found himself taking care of all of God's details, he began to think that he was just as good as the boss--just as capable and certainly just as smart. Of course, he wasn't, and rather then just a reprimand, God tossed him out of heaven, to end up, in of all places, here on earth.
My fallen angel has just been kicked out of Heaven. The world is just forming, and the environment is hot and steamy, and quite harsh--clearly not the place he was just booted out of. He is fearful, anxious at what has happened, but not quite sure he understands where he went wrong. The large, white angel, clean and fresh, is having to explain to the fallen angel that he can't go back to heaven, that he is stuck here on earth. Playing the bad cop for God, she is sad at what she has to do, but firm in what she has to say. He can't come back, and must stay here on earth for eternity. That's it, no second chance, no way to earn his way back into the good graces of God.
Sunday, July 6, 2014
In the Book of Genesis of the Hebrew Bible, chapters one through five, there are two creation narratives with two distinct perspectives..... In the second narrative, God fashions Adam from dust and places him in the Garden of Eden where he is to have dominion over the plants and animals. God places a tree in the garden which he prohibits Adam from eating. Eve is later created from one of Adam's ribs to be Adam's companion. However, the serpent tricks Eve into eating fruit from the forbidden tree. Wikipedia
I often talk about creativity as being much like following a trail of breadcrumbs through a dark, dense and overgrown forest. In the case of creating "Adam's Rib" the breadcrumbs were there, but the trail was long and arduous, and the crumbs often few and far between. I knew that I wanted to connect the images from an old Gray's Anatomy book that my husband had discarded and I knew that I wanted to make a large, standing, figure from mirrored photographs of trees and vines, but I wasn't sure of anything much beyond that. For months, I cut and moved, and cut and moved, never really happy with where I was going. Finally, from the Gray's Anatomy book, I began to form a pattern of images that corresponded with the body parts of a standing figure. I started to see the branches of the trees and the vines as a vascular system, and I began placing the pages next to where they would be(loosely) if they were in the body. The figure became feminine, and I could see her ovaries and reproductive system in the pattern of the vines growing on a stuccoed wall. The face became partially formed by a grouping of Sandhill Cranes and more tree branches, and I realized that, for me, the Sandhill Cranes were representations of a primitive and feminine nature. Although the image was strong, it still didn't seem quite right, and then I came home from a walk with my mother with an image of a dead snake snake in my camera.. The last crumb was that image http://hollyrobertsonepaintingatatime.blogspot.com/2014/05/snake-2014el-dorado.html and it was the addition of the snake that gave me the clue to the title--Adam's Rib.