Monday, October 7, 2019

Feast of Famine? It's newsletter time!

October 25-December 1, 2019
The Phipps Center for the Arts
109 Locust St.
Hudson, WI
Gallery Hours daily 9am-4:30 pm (Sunday noon-4:30 pm)

The opening reception and celebration is Friday, October 25, 6:30-8:30pm

Put it on your calendar!

I am so pleased to share this with you. The collaborative suite of photographs, DWELL IN IMPOSSIBILITY, that my son John and I worked on, is about to be exhibited in its entirety for the second time on roughly five years, and he is flying in from Boston to be at the opening!

John is a powerful artist and thinker in his own right. We have collaborated before
and would more often,I suspect, if Boston weren't so far away! The idea for this
began many years ago while I was at a residency in Illinois. I wondered what it meant
when a woman wore a "power suit." Time passed, I aged and I wondered what would
it mean if a grey-haired woman, with a "pregnant belly" wore a "power suit?"

As luck would have it, I had shoulder surgery and John flew out to check up on me.
We talked some more about the idea. He costumed me, I took my drugs and he
directed me. The photoshoot brought out all kinds of dissonances concerning age,
gender and power.

It has been a very successful group of artworks. Portions of this suite have been
exhibited all across the country.

Do come and meet him and say "HI" to me as well.

The reception and celebration is Friday, October 25, 6:30-8:30pm
In Other News
Feast or famine; Flood or drought.

That is the way of the art world. You send out failing proposals, rejection after
rejection seemingly forever. And then the dam breaks and you are overwhelmed with
opportunities for exhibition. The studio is at "flood stage" right now!

TORUS INTERIOR is being exhibited at
the Art League of Rhode Island, in One-Zero-One

HEATWAVE is on exhibit at the
Farmington Museum, in Farmington New Mexico

CASCADE is on exhibit at the St. Louis Art
Guild, as part of the Surface Design Association shows.

HORIZON is featured in the Surface
Design Association Journal

University as part of the Surface Design Association festivities.

And, by the time you see me again, I will be a "Certified Ricoma Technician." But,
please, do not try to hire me! I am taking an intensive course on maintaining and
repairing my new commercial embroidery machine!
Hope to see you soon.


Friday, September 27, 2019


I have known Gwen for over 40 years.  She and I were roommates late in our college years.  She got a degree in Interior Design while I got mine in Fine Arts. She went on to a varied career including institutional interior design and, ultimately, library science.  In the last few years she has returned to her first love: color.  Using the skills of quiltmaking, she investigates how color and form influence each other.

2018-2019 Art Quilts
Gwen Schagrin

These works were inspired by a variety of situations: a guild challenge, workshops with art quilting gurus, techniques in books that I wanted to try, improvisational reworking of patterns combined with a new approach to three dimensions, and scrap piecing.

As always, I am motivated to create and explore by improvisationally manipulating color, form, composition, and balance.

The teaching and works of Rayna Gillman, Pam Beal, Jean Wells, and Cindy Grisdela have inspired and guided me.

Monday, July 22, 2019

In the Windows- KATE SCIANDRA

Kate Sciandra
Artist’s Statement
One thing that unifies all my work is the theme of deeply seeing, being
seen, and the intimacy that results.
During the countless hours spent as a figure model, being an object for
others to find aesthetically and artistically useful, I became obsessed with
capturing the compositions that would reveal themselves to me while I
worked. I began to have a fascination with what it means to be seen and
to simultaneously be the seer, like an optical illusion where from one side,
the object becomes the viewer and then with a shift of the eye, flips back
Having both the regular experience of my body being the subject, and
having worked in the healing profession with the bodies of others as my
subject for over 20 years, I have a deep understanding of the body as
something both intimate and abstract. This pairing has translated and
evolved into a way that I perceive, and then reflect the world at large.
Creating a balance of universality and specificity, I work to capture objects,
places, and people in ways that penetrate their nature, while also creating
an image that has an aesthetic distance, sometimes reaching into the
abstract. This generates a tension that is compelling for the viewer,
drawing them into an even deeper relationship with the subject and the
work itself.

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.