today, i picked apples and ate 4 donuts. i pasted paper clippings onto bristol board and let my hands remember making. i read bits of poems. i played at teacher. my mind is probably like this collage right now:
this collage is in progress. not sure what direction i plan to take it in yet. but i want to incorporate something hand drawn…perhaps a portrait of some sort?
finished this summer. just now posting it.
tomorrow is a day for writing, reading, churching, eating.
hello change.
A new show is up at The Beat coffee house today. I watched the artist, Annette Hartman, install and took a closer look. Many of the pieces are text oriented and very graphic, though sensitive and lovely. I enjoy her use of color and that each piece has something attractive and unique about it, while still dialogging with the others around it.
Much of the photos seem to focus on text in pre-existing environments, while other examples seem to be extracted from unknown sources. The justaposition works well, and the installation of each piece from a wire hanging at different levels on the wall creates an interesting conversation.
You can view more at annettehartman.com
Reliquary for Compacted Distance
There are curious histories of shrouds. This is not all. Memory’s architecture is neither palatial nor theatrical but soft.
—Lisa Robertson
Memories become shrouded, swallowed by the past. In my work I am searching through my own memories and considering collective memory. The juxtaposition of disparate elements causes questions of memory, history, thought and identity to play upon the latent tension in all of us to remember details and solidify our understanding of space and place. Even while the exact meaning of the particular imagery in my work remains unclear, narratives can form in the viewer’s mind.
Old photographs, keepsakes, and other ephemera intrigue me for the sense of the “other” they leave behind. When we look at them or touch them, we are keenly aware of an absence, and question the identity and memory of the people who may have possessed them before us. I am exploring these questions through a visual poetics of memory that can stir questions in the viewer as well. Using printmaking techniques, I can layer transparently and erode the original images to suggest something ethereal, ghostly or faint paired with sharper images to create a tension revolving around the inaccessibility of memory and the anonymity of it.