Friday, December 30, 2011
Thursday, December 29, 2011
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
favorite sculpture/installation work of 2011
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
favorite drawings/works on paper of 2011
Monday, December 26, 2011
favorite paintings of 2011
eric blum...see original post here.
michael cutlip...see original post here.
alexandra pacula...see original post here.
the week between Christmas and New Years is a time of reflection on the past and hoping the dreams of the present become the reality of the future. so in light of this, i went back through this year's posts and managed to choose three favorites in five categories that will be featured monday-friday this week. because the work i post is work i love to begin with, to pick the love of the loves was not an easy task! the work made it to favorites week if i found myself drawn to look at it repeatedly, if it moved me enough to stay with me for a period of time and if it inspired me to try something new in the studio. i hope revisiting some of my favorite posts of the year prompt you to rediscover one of your favorites or discover something inspiring that you may have missed the first time around. either way, enjoy and have a great week!!
tomorrow: favorite drawings/works on paper of 2011
Sunday, December 25, 2011
Merry Christmas!!!
sandy skoglund, sock situation, 1986, color photograph, 21x37.5
Merry Christmas everyone!!...see more here.
Friday, December 23, 2011
phillip allen
Thursday, December 22, 2011
beatrice pediconi
makes me want to float in a salt bath...see more here.
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
christina pierson
time traveller, 2009, cut fresnel lenses, archival permanent ink on mylar, 6x10, phi bloom, 2006, cast resin, 18 diameter, time slice 3, 2008, cut fresnel lenses, archival permanent ink on mylar, 6x5
delicate transparency...see more here.
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
joshua dildine
four winds, lightening seeds, acrylic, charcoal, graphite on canvas, 36x36, a slice of the good life, 2010, acrylic and oil on canvas, 48x60, quicken the heart, acrylic, charcoal, graphite on canvas, 24x24
bold, paint loaded strokes that swoon...see more here.
Monday, December 19, 2011
ty pownall
formation level, 2011, mixed media, dimensions vary, landscape, 2010, steel, tarpaper, graphite, 3x15x15 feet, landscape, 2010, steel, tarpaper, graphite, 3x15x15 feet
love the lines....see more here.
Sunday, December 18, 2011
Friday, December 16, 2011
graceann warn
comet, 2011, encaustic, oil and paper on wood panel, 31x41x2, exhale, 2011, encaustic, oil and paper on wood panel, 36x48x1.5, june, 2011, encaustic, oil and paper on wood panel, 16x48x2
i've always been such a fan and saw her work in person one again (which is a must) recently at the pma craft show. so exciting to watch an artist grow over the years....see more here.
Thursday, December 15, 2011
stephanie hargrave
bursiform 1, encaustic on birch, 12x12, black spine, encaustic on birch, 52x48, husk 10, encaustic on clayboard, 12x12
lovely wax...see more here.
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
michael knutson
flower roller coasters...see more here.
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
corina gamma
la leisure 1, 2007, c-print, la leisure 5, 2007, c-print, la leisure 11d, 2007, c-print
loving the strong graphic lines...see more here.
Monday, December 12, 2011
gabe brown
puddle, 2008, oil on linen over wood panel, 15x12, the sun that bends the branches, 2008, oil on linen over wood panel, 48x40, spring fever, 2008, oil on linen over wood panel, 20x16
bold graphics and dreams....see more here.
Sunday, December 11, 2011
Friday, December 9, 2011
the heron's wife
chad merritt, the heron's wife, paper cut print....see more here.
from the book the third angel, by alice hoffman....
Out of Nowhere
She was standing in the marsh and everything was blue. Water, clouds, reeds. He was a heron in the sky, then he fell to earth and was human. They believed love could be simpler than it seemed.
Out of the Darkest Night
When he was in her house everything outside was hazy. Snow, fences trees. His broken wing had become a broken arm. His life in the sky had become tea, biscuits, a bed with blue sheets. There was a past, but it was far away. They believed love could be too strong to fight.
Out of the Blue
She was high above them so she could see everything clearly. House, laundry on the line, pillowcases, sheets, shirts that were his size. When a heron cries the salt falls to the earth below. The world of the air meant nothing to her. She couldn't taste anything but her own blood. She tried to be human, pulling out her feathers, but there were too many and she was unchanged. She believed love was everlasting.
Out of Mind
He saw the feathers on the ground. Blood, bone, blue. He remembered things that the fall to earth had shaken out of his mind. He thought of nests, heartbeats, wind, her body beside his. He believed he had made a promise, but to whom had it been spoken?
Out of Honor
He couldn't ignore the before just to get to the after. He had seen a trail of blood, feathers plucked from her own chest. He cast off his cloak and became who he'd been before. The earth became distant, but he could hear it calling him back. He believed he could leave and never look back, even though he saw it spinning, so beautiful and blue, whenever he closed his eyes.
Out of Hope
She waited every day. She waded far out in the water. Crabs, shadows, songbirds. She took the feathers she found on the ground and sewed them to her dress. She pinned them to her shoes, her hair, her coat. She climbed into the highest tree, where the branches shook in the wind. She looked like blue leaves about to rise. She looked like heartbreak, faith, desire. Why wouldn't he love her, come back to her? Why couldn't she fly away? She believed she could find him, but more than that, she believed in fate.
Out of Ashes
They both saw him, his wife on the earth and his wife beside him, and then they didn't. He was between them and then he wasn't. Hunters shot him as though he were a crow, as though no one had ever loved him, yearned for him, mourned him. The sky looked smaller than it ever had. A cloud stretched across the earth. They had believed love would keep him safe.
Out of Somewhere
Out of Somewhere
They were standing in the marsh and everything was blue. Water, clouds, reeds. They did this every day. His wife on earth and his heron wife. They never spoke. They didn't have to. They believed love was more complicated than it seemed.
this post is dedicated to my hero, joseph dibernardo...go here to see what an amazing person he was.
happy birthday...love you always, joe.
happy birthday...love you always, joe.
Thursday, December 8, 2011
margaret lanzetta
you just have to be happy after looking at these paintings...see more here.
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