Tuesday, December 17, 2013

Golden papayas and the end of the semester blues



This semester was about focusing on details that spoke in line (and against) each other, and in turn formed a huge web of ideas connected with thin strands of string. It was appreciating things for their very own unique and raw qualities, from Paul Robeson's dark and low voice, to Reverend Gary Davis, not so church appropriate Candy Man Blues. It was Thursdays nights spent exploring Appalachia and the Deep South --but more than that it was seeing our class search for how we each connected with the songs we sang in our own ways. Shout out to beanheads, cat scratches, and subliminal messages about breaking up with Russians.
Fantastically enough, the pieces I created in this class became first iterations of other works I made this semester. The piece above was was exhibited at my Art For Social Change Fall show, inspired my my cornbread and molasses piece from a couple of weeks ago. 

Below is the artist statement. 

Vignette of PapayaThe Consumer's Disconnect from Production 
Mixed media

With the great influx of city dwellers, we are slowly losing the vital connection of production to consumption –this loss ultimately resulting in the exploitation of workers, lavish consumption patterns, and an enormous waste of goods. The producers of our food remain largely invisible, unnoticed and unappreciated. We are often blissfully unaware of the sources of our food and what economic, political and social implications are entangled in the choices we make about our consumption.
Inspired by Ian Cook’s essay Follow the Thing: Papaya which presents a series of vignettes about people who are (un)knowingly connect to each other by the international trade of fresh papaya

Thursday, December 5, 2013

Campfire song



I began this class wanting to create artworks that reflected the places we would study in the hopes that what I gleaned from the course would allow me to make work the illustrated my past summer abroad in Europe. 

Sitting around the camp fire each week 
listening to fantastical stories told by Tony 
about far away (yet very close!) lands 
with people who at first were just faces
and have now turned into friends 
whose art I've seen grow 
and evolve 
and blossom. 
The semester has been an inspiration. 

I am now, at the end of the semester, seeing that creating art about a place and time is not all about replicating the facts about that place. While this is important, weaving in a part of my artistic style and experiences into these stories makes for art that is more meaningful to me and allows me to have a deeper and more personal connection to a place that I have never visited. Making art is not about replication or copying, but rather, creating ideas that undulate in and out of what I feels and what actually exists. 


Greenland Whale Fishery




I was mesmerized by this song when I first listened to it --it drew me into a new and fantastical world that seemed so far away, yet extremely tangible in my imagination. The life of the sailors was fascinating and alluring to me in that it seemed that all the sailors made a definitive decision to get on a ship and catch this huge whale. When do we make definitive decisions like this anymore? The idea of catching this huge whale with a minuscule ship seems wholly improbable to me. But the idea of dedicating a lifetime to trying to attain this enormous (physically and metaphorically) goal is commendable.