Home feels like this:
Lawrence in October,
orange leaves fiery against blue sky,
and people I love from nearly every corner of life
criss-crossing paths for a few days out of the year.

learning to see
The fall semester begins in two weeks and I’m trying to find a starting point/points for art-making this academic year. (It’s my last one, which means thesis time.) This is what I was thinking about/where I had landed by the time my end-of-semester review came around last spring.
I. new glasses
In first grade, I was prescribed glasses for the first time. As Mom drove us home in the green minivan, I remember raising and lowering the frames from my eyes and reveling in the newfound crispness as it passed by. There were trees and a field of tall grass and telephone wires, and all of a sudden this world of soft color had brand new sharp edges. Continue reading “learning to see”
This semester, I’ve explored abstract interpretations of some of my favorite details from classical paintings I was able to see this summer. Using my own photo references, I am finding abstract compositions within these classical works and paying homage to the brilliant and energetic brushwork, textures, color relationships, value patterns, etc. found in a small portion of the original painting. I’m interested in the relationship contemporary artists (and non-artists) have to historical work, the unique phenomena of experiencing a painting in person, the different responses to similar compositions in a representational vs. non-representational abstraction context. I don’t think we can avoid the long heritage of artists who have come before us or the traditions that art history has given us. So how do we make original work – our work – in light of this? Even though these started as references to what I’ve seen, they emerged as pieces that very much reflect my hand, aesthetic sensibilities, and creative process in responding to a painting that is mine and in front of me.
