Love Art in Calgary: Carl White at Jarvis Hall Fine Art

Shannon Williamson, Assistant Director of Jarvis Hall Fine Art, introduced us to Carl White.  She was bright eyed and smiling as she explained that this was the last day for the exhibit.  My readers might remember that I had written of the opening event, but this was a wonderful thing to be able to have the artist to ourselves for conversation and inspiration.  I circled Carl like a shark at the opening, but never did get closer than four feet from him…openings are just like that.  This tour was oh-so-much-better!

Some of the topics that Carl White explored during his artist talk were poetry, cursive writing, romanticism, art as layering of skin/flesh, teacher as facilitator and Gnosticism.  It was a thought provoking morning and the conversation certainly informed the work and our experience of the pieces.  Shannon generously pulled out some of Carl’s earlier works that contributed to an even broader context.  Thank you, Carl White, for your time and your thoughts.

Words carried away in my heart as we left the gallery…”Kath, who is your e?”

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Courtesy of Jarvis Hall Fine Art

Courtesy of Jarvis Hall Fine Art

 

Gorilla House LIVE ART Battle: October 18 2012

Theme I took on….of the three concepts offered last night…”She was pretty?”

I was thinking throughout about my mother…my grandmother…love relationships of every sort and the depth of our feelings within them.  The Antoine de Saint-Exupery quote that finally appears on the surface is “You are responsible for your rose.”

After using bits of my mother’s old sewing patterns as a basis for the collage, I intuitively took on the archetype of the bride.  It was interesting because as I walked around looking at other artist’s interpretation of the theme, the whore…an opposite archetype, was surfacing in several of the pieces.  This is why I love this approach to making art, one never knows what is going to be an emphasis.  Art is so personal.

Thanks to Elaine for purchasing this piece at auction.  Photograph to follow.  Thank you Belinda Fireman.

Chapter 21: The little prince had left his planet and had finally landed on earth. There he found a huge rose garden in a desert. Now, he had left a beautiful rose(the only rose) on his planet. He had formed a wonderful love relationship with this rose who had told him that she was unique. Here, on earth, he found a huge garden of roses.

Dejected he wandered on until he heard cries from a small fox saying “Tame me.” The little prince asked “What is it to tame?” The fox replies, “It is to establish ties. ..to me, you are nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys and I have no need of you. ….But if you tame me , than we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world.”

“I am beginning to understand, ” said the little prince. “there is a flower..”
The fox continues to plead with the little prince and says
“One only understands the things that one tames…if you want a friend tame me…” Finally the little prince agrees. The fox then details a procedure in which he will come everyday to the spot in the woods and the fox comes also. There they would view each other from a distance of safety for several days. Over time they would draw closer and closer until they had built a bond of trust. Then they would have tamed one another.

This is, of course, what we do with our friends and our spouses. Regrettably, we quite often forget the rest of the story.

The little prince and the fox proceed to follow the taming process and at the end of it the fox is overjoyed. When the time of departure of the little prince arrives, the fox says “I shall cry.” The little prince laments that the taming has done the fox no good. But the fox responds, “It has done me good.” And then he refers to the color of the wheat fields (which are the color of the little prince’s hair) that will always remind him of the little prince and the joy he has brought him.

He suggest that he go and look at the rose garden again and see if any of them are like HIS rose.The little prince does so, agrees that the roses are nothing like his rose and then returns to say goodbye to the fox.

It was then that the fox told him his secret: “It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.” “It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important.” “You become responsible , forever, for what you have tamed. You are responsible for your rose…”

Piece produced by artist, Riley Rossmo in close proximity to me. Amazingly skilled.

Thank you, Elaine!

Gorilla House LIVE ART: August 15, 2012

Thanks to Rich Theroux for realizing his vision! Photo credit to Doug Wong.

Photo courtesy of Doug Wong

Great fun, collaboration and creative energy was exerted in another action-packed art battle at the Gorilla House.  I was pleased to meet another blogging-artist in the mix and think that Belinda creates intensely coloured and dynamically patterned works. (she also takes amazing archives and I appreciate her loan of a photograph)  Welcome to the battles, girlie!

Belinda, Courtesy of Calgary’s Doug Wong

The three concepts of the evening were 1. science and progress 2. she left me for another and 3. angels.  As I began to ruminate about the first topic,  pattern came to mind.  I think that what we have discovered as scientists and engineers has much to do about the discovery of patterns…I assembled bits of cast off pattern pieces that I inherited from my seamstress-mother and applied them to the surface of my panel.

Photo Credit: Doug Wong

This base informed the remainder of the piece….as I contemplated lost love, my mother, progression through life, of any sort and finally, in the literal sense, an angel.  I stylized her to a great extent.  I think that the part of the process I most-questioned was my colour palette.  I suppose it felt ‘cotton candy’ for me.  It was a tad too sweet for my liking.  I am very grateful to Laurane who generously purchased this piece at auction.  I also thank my mother who seemed to be informing this piece.  The only text I wrote in gold metallic pen was, “Your love was enough.”

Photo courtesy of Belinda.

Banners to Stretched Canvas

Reconsidering

Some time ago, I painted huge banners to capture the journey of Lent through to the Resurrection, using hands as the metaphor for the journey.  We were displaying this one on Ash Wednesday and through to the end of 40 days.

The frequent relocation from display to storage was causing a lot of damage to the surface of the paint and so recently, we made the decision to stretch the paintings over stretcher bars.  Yesterday, I roughed up the surface of the banners so that I can restore and repaint the pieces once stretched.  A big job! 

Easter Vigil

 

I knew that I wanted to make some proportion and anatomical changes to the hands anyway, so I am considering this process an opportunity.  I am grateful to my friend for assisting in this work and look forward to sharing the journey here on wordpress.  Unfortunately, the composition is being affected, given that I am losing almost three inches in the width and length and so when I repaint, I have to make certain that I also restore the initial intent to the work.  For example, the red at the base of the resurrection banner represents the pain and suffering of the cross, leading to the eventuality of the resurrection.  Absolutely necessary and yet, I have lost that here.

Losing the Concept of Red