Friday, March 30, 2012

"The Edge"

"The Edge" (again)
A few weeks ago I posted a piece with the same quote by Guillaume Apollinaire a poet, playwright, short story writer and novelist
"Come to the edge he said. 
They said, we are afraid. 
Come to the edge he said. 
They came. 
He pushed them, and they flew."

It sold the same day I hung it in the gallery, so I thought I would make another one, a little bit different than the first.  This one is also spelled out in scrabble tiles, but it is bordered in vintage yard sticks, and embellished with a brass bell and a sweet wooden green parrot, also vintage.

Saturday, March 17, 2012

"More Alligators"


"More Alligators"
This is an analogy, often stated in business, about how unintended consequences can assume greater importance than the activity originally undertaken.
The entire quote reads like this:

Our mission is to analyze the situation and through foresight and 
advanced planning, avoid or circumvent problems before they arise.
Should the unexpected occur, then our aim is to swiftly and 
efficiently arrive at a workable solution, however, 
"WHEN YOU ARE UP TO YOUR ASS IN ALLIGATORS, IT IS DIFFICULT TO 
REMEMBER THAT YOUR INITIAL OBJECTIVE WAS TO DRAIN THE SWAMP." 
 (most people only remember the last part)
I have made a few of these in the past.  I love making them, and people really seem to like them.  A couple of weeks ago I made one and it was sold and out of my studio before I could even get it photographed.

I currently have 4 other works in progress on my studio table, but this one was the first of the bunch to get to the finish line. The wood frame that holds the quote spelled out in scrabble tiles, is collaged and covered in several layers of tissue, bits of text, images and sheet music. Orange chopsticks add a splash of color and a toy rubber alligator finishes the piece. Ready to sit on a desk or hang on a wall.

Saturday, March 10, 2012

"Still Searching"



"Still Searching" 
   Everyday we make choices. Everyday we move forward or we stand still or we move sideways.  How do we decide? In the end, do all paths take us to the same place? Do the decisions we make pile up on top of each other and become a disclosure of where we have been and a prophecy of where we are going? 
   What do you think?
   For this tiny (3"x3"x2") mixed media assemblage piece, a hinged glass lidded box is collaged inside and out with vintage Japanese papers, tissues, sheet music and other book and magazine images. On the outside it is embellished with a key, glass beads, a brass bell and other found objects. Inside this tiny assemblage, you can see a small naked child looking in on a far off world containing confusing images of war and peace. A hand reaching out of bullet casing and small Buddha sit side by side.
  Notice the vintage toilet seat hinges used as feet for the box.
IN PRIVATE COLLECTION    2310