“Soft Light” at the top of the stairs at ‘The Loft At Liz’s’
Last Saturday I sped from the art fair in Sierra Madre over to the Co-La-La-Lage reception – a juried show of the Collage Artists of America at The Loft At Liz’s in West LA. (Well, it started with driving at the speed limit but of course it was stop and slow through downtown and we slowed to a crawl on the I10 – there was a wreck just before my exit. Ah, yes, I love LA.) The upstairs gallery was crowded. I think most of the 30 artists in the show attended the reception and brought others too. There was an awards ceremony (no, I didn’t win anything), but having two of three paintings accepted into the show was an honor.
Gentle Storm at ‘The Loft at Liz’s’
One of the disappointments of the show is that the paintings did not have labels on the wall next to them. I would liked to have added the cards that have the poems that each painting has alongside the card, but it just wasn’t an option.
I was interested in some of the mixed media pieces as I have a collector/friend who is looking for a mixed media piece for a certain place in his home, so I took a few shots of these when I got a chance and the crowd cleared.
This one was one of the prize winners. The artist said that it contained everything that was apparently important to him. Sadly the way that CAA sends emails I can’t open the content of all of them, so I’m not able to tell you the names of any of the other pieces shown (other than mine), or the artists’ names. Ah, technology.
Just warming up for the crowd. The Middleridge tasting room is in a beautiful building in downtown Idyllwild.
Yesterday I was scheduled to attend two gallery receptions (blissfully perfectly timed so that I could, despite the 90 minute drive between them) for galleries who have my work. The first is the group show ‘Art Uncorked‘ held at Middleridge Winery in Idyllwild. This is the first time I have shown there, and there were eighteen artists in the show, most of whom were in attendance and who I got to meet. Spoke to a lot of interesting people about both my work and theirs – and not just artists.
One thing that jumped out when talking to most people about my work – I have hidden the poem ‘Arrows‘ in the painting so well, that hardly anyone found it without being told to look for it.
The “Jeni Bate” wall. I have two other round pieces in the show which will be in the upstairs gallery.
I feel that I finally got it right. Questions on the back of a comment if you don’t get the symbolism in the first two verses and would like to know what it means…..
First the mirror,
The heart beats stronger
than the tree grows
on the land if there are few of you,
yet the skin is more tactile
than the cloth;
louder than the book, which is
more vocal than the anvil.
We run ourselves ragged
in the circles in which
we think we move,
tripping over ankle-height
intersecting and grinding,
snarling with different grooves
forcing us to question
until we are dizzy with
the mesmer of conficts.
We cry out
‘where is our tribe?’
But the tears on the mirror
obscure our true selves,
and everything behind it,
fizzling into a formless haze,
blinding us so we no longer see
we should be
we cannot continue unless
we become one.