Spring has finally shown its face and with it came a flurry of activity. Collaborations, makers fairs, new ideas, and a Gallery Night hosting. This wacky, dysfunctional little town has such amazing and talented people doing fantastic things…it’s what keeps us from jacking up the house and rolling it into the sea. One place you can see some of our wonder is the Makers & Merchants Sidewalk Sale this Saturday on Wickenden Street. Come visit our tiny corner of the world- shop, eat, and wish you lived here too! (Chicken and Kiwi will be available in special mini sizes)
This guy is part of a collaboration with my favorite print house, iolabs. Mollusca and Wood Slice are available to purchase as prints in their Curio shop. There is a second phase of this project coming soon that I am super excited about. For all those “does form-follow-function or does function-follow-form” types, stay tuned.
So far, 2016 can move along. It’s brought its share of black clouds and anxiety. And I realized that it was starting to show in all the tight little lines I was drawing. Not that I will ever give up my obsession with repetition and the poetry of said lines- but I needed to free up my hand a bit and get loose. That’s where the Silkie chickens come in. Ridiculous muppets that couldn’t be more fun to draw. And now my kids want one. They are part one of drawing therapy. Lines, lines, inky splotchiness and breeeeathe…
I recently read an article about how inanimate objects or even other people can become extensions of our own body when used enough. It’s the theory of “body schema” or the mental awareness of how we move through space- sort of like the 3rd eye version of a cat’s whiskers. It describes how after using a tool for an extended period of time, you begin to see or feel the edges of that object like you would with your own fingers.
Exactly how I feel when I’m drawing- probably most artists would say the same. You become so focused on the lines, or the act of drawing or painting, paying almost no attention the the physical pen. There are times when I’m so engrossed that I feel like I’ve grown tentacles or antennae, reaching out to the universe. It’s a little unnerving, very meditative and all comforting.
I grew up dancing and am still a total ballethead. This article begins by spotlighting the Tango and the three minutes that the two dancers are moving together with one brain. Watching my friends dance at Festival Ballet Providence, I am made aware of how true that is. Moving sculpture responding to each other as naturally and as fluid as breathing. Ballet is one of the few art forms that is performed almost exactly as it was hundreds of years ago. Century old stories still being danced, and it’s about as gorgeous as any human can strive to be.
And that was the looong way around to explain these pieces. They were made for FBP during their performances of The Firebird and Afternoon of a Faun. They are a bit different from my usual style…
So many new projects and adventures coming this year. Started it off with a bang- Take a look at our teeny tiny city that we made even tinier for one of our favorite clients, the Providence Children’s Film Festival:
Tons more to come and a peak at a few things that I finished up last year (I hosted Gallery Night Providence eek!). 2016, baby.
This was a last minute piece for a show my friend, Shaun was putting together for Dia De Los Muertos.
Decided this goat skull was an appropriate subject. Also, I got caught up in the driftwood lines and curves of the horns. A million hairs of india ink later and I may be a little cross eyed now. I do love getting to know animals and plants in this way. To realize the growth patterns of bones, horns, feathers. This guy’s grew like rings of a tree.