Wednesday, April 17, 2019

A small Blue Guy update


It is raining hard today, yet Blue Guy, AKA Rick, is carrying on. I fear he will have no papery skin left after today.

Last night my drawing co-op brought him in to draw.  We discovered that not only did he have no brain, but that he had a gaping hole in his chest, where his heart might have been. Much discussion ensued, leading us to conclude that perhaps he had landed in the Land of OZ.

Sunday, April 14, 2019

Blue Guy has a name



The snow melted.  The sun shone and Blue Guy's pants/skin began to fall off.  I predicted a date for his funeral.




But more snow came.  He gained a name, RICK, thanks to a Sharpie tagger.


The snow melted again, and Blue Guy, aka RICK, was more bones than skin.



But the sun is shining again.  The snow is melting again   And RICK got some flower pants!

Sunday, April 7, 2019

The Ballad of Blue Guy is coming to an end

Blue Guy mysteriously came to live at the gallery in February, just before the "Big Snow."  He arrived one morning, blocking the front door to the gallery.  Actually, he looked like he was trying to peer in...or take the mail from the slot!

I moved him over to the un-used side entrance, where he stood for a few days.

But then the first biggish snow arrived and he moved over by the fence.

For a while, he lay on his side,  imitating a Henry Moore sculpture.
 Then, the truly "Big Snow."  I thought I was going to lose him then for sure.

 A friend and I excavated him.  He WAS worse for wear, but still had life in him.
He hung around the fence gate some more, needing more and more support.
Like many of us, he fell this winter, broke some bones.  But still he persisted.
People took selfies with him.  Some propped him up.  Some laid him down.

But now the time has come to say farewell.  He lost his head in the rains yesterday.
Someone kindly propped him up again, hanging his near useless arms over the fence.
He will move to his final resting place April 11, in time for his kind city transportation to the landfill.  I invite you to pay your last respects!  I think we all gave him a lovely last few months. 

Thursday, April 4, 2019

WINDOWS ON CEDAR-Alice Savitski

The Price We Pay

by Alice A Savitski

The price we pay to keep a secret
The price we pay to stay silent
The price we pay to look the other way
The price we pay to say, "It’s not my business."
The price we give to hold back
The price Christ gave for us to be forgiven
The price that was paid for us to feel grace
The price that is given to all of us (Psalm 16:8 AMP)
The price we ALL pay.

This body of work has been created to illustrate the heavy price paid by victims of domestic abuse. Even after the abuse has stopped, the suffering continues for many. For some the pain is permanent. Speaking as a victim of domestic abuse, I must work through my memories, emotions and endure the psychological disorders I have as a result.

I currently live a peaceful, calm and balanced life - but some days my past will haunt me. In 2012 I was committed for attempted suicide. Treatment helped me greatly and gradually I began to feel safe again, but the psychological burden of the violence I suffered will still rear its ugly head and I will start to remember these harrowing events in a “flood of emotions.” This body of works began in June 2015. The first memory arose on a warm summer morning where I found myself panicking from the ghosts of my past. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. For ten short minutes, in the clutches of sheer terror, I had no idea where I was. This body of works I hope will display those feelings and the recovery progress.

Glitter: The unconscious mind
Circles: Cycles of abuse
Bird(s): One bird signifies victims of abuse being set free, or the knowledge of hope. Two birds signify partnerships (for good, bad or indifferent). Three birds signify the Holy Sprit, God and Christ.
Lines: My and/or abused victims’ experience of post-traumatic stress disorder, mental illness, limited finances and psychological problems after leaving the abusive relationship.
Splatter paint: My feelings of entrapment, isolation and shame

I am an emerging mix media artist who is creating body of works that educates the public about domestic abuse and how it impacts all of us. As a victim of domestic abuse, I have been able to overcome violence through prayer and the Holy Spirit. I work through past experiences by creating beautiful healing sprit-driven bodies of work to display my physical and mental emotions. In 2012, an unknown donor gave me a gift of self-awareness and self-love treatment at North Memorial Mental-Health Clinic. Because of this donor, I have a new outlook on life, and I know that I AM WORTH it. NOT Worthless. Within weeks I’d learned many amazing life skills such as boundaries, to forgive others and myself, how to work through my feelings without committing suicide by talented compassion therapists.
Over the past five years, I have made great gains in my personal life; I have exhibited at Healing Art shows at hospitals and clinics in Southern Minnesota, HealthPartners Hudson Hospital, WI and art galleries in Minneapolis, MN. Presently prints of my work are being sold through Art Force, located in Minneapolis, please contract for items sale

Saturday, February 2, 2019

Mari M. Mondanelli in the Windows




 Debris Collection
by
Mari Marks Mondanelli

Debris Collection represents fractured moments. With a camera, I have explored the world, gathering evidence of these instances through bright color, intense pattern, and unusual shapes. In an intuitive process, I play with relationships between these visual elements. As my memories come together, the work finds its own voice and reveals new possibilities.

ABOUT Mari Marks Mondanelli



Mari Marks Mondanelli is an emerging artist who sets no media boundaries in her artistic practice. Motivated by new challenges, cultures, ideas and places, she enjoys travel and considers it an important stimulus to her work. Her intuitive and experimental process lends itself to creating abstract work, which builds relationships between bright color, unusual shapes and intense patterns. Mondanelli works with many mediums including painting, collage, installation, drawing, fibers, sculpture, and photography. Mondanelli has exhibited her work locally, nationally, and internationally.

Learn more about her on mnartists.org

Friday, November 30, 2018

IN THE WINDOWS: Blythe Davis


ARTIST STATEMENT – BLYTHE M. DAVIS

My Wild REcycleD bike pieces are inspired by Pablo Picasso's 1942 work, TĂȘte de Taureau ive_(Bull's Head), and are created using collected bike components heading for reuse, recycling, scrap, or landfills. The parts I use have been found or purchased from Twin Cities bike shops and local community members.  Some of the wood bases are created from thrifted game boards, old signs, cabinet doors, cutting boards or purchased raw wood plaques.

Visually, I am often inspired by the rough and ragged aspects of the world - those that have withstood the battle against time, space and weather. Bike sculpture allows me to visually experiment with the conflicting states of harmony and struggle, finding beauty in what others might deem ugly. These bike components have seen many miles and maybe some better days, but I think the unique wear, tape, rips, scuffs, and scratches add visual interest and appeal to each one-of-a-kind art piece.

Though not a proponent of hunting for sport, I find the concept of using trophies to display one's achievements an intriguing social practice. With these pieces, I aim to whimsically celebrate our incredibly vibrant Twin Cities bike culture while finding a new creative life for these bike parts.

If you have bike parts you would like to donate or bike components you would like turned into a commissioned art piece, please contact me. Additional work can be seen at www.blythemdavis.com or on Instagram at blythemdavis_art.

Blythe also works in encaustic. While not on display in the windows, you can see a few examples here and many more examples at the Women's Art Festival.

TO PURCHASE:
Please email at blythemdavisartist@gmail.com.