Monson Arts

My studio in the Jones Building at Monson Arts.

I’m just past halfway through a 10-day artist residency at Monson Arts in Monson, Maine. It’s shoulder season up here in northern Maine which means cold winds, snowy rainstorms, muddy dirt roads during the days, when the sun shines long enough to soften up cold ground, and quiet streets. I do not mind this weather whatsoever, being the northern creature that I am but also grateful for any reason to stay holed up in my studio. Attending a residency during a pandemic — or what we hope is the tail end of the pandemic — means even more solitary time than what’s typically afforded. We pick up (while wearing masks) our truly delicious meals in take-out containers and bring them back to our individual studios and homes to eat on our own. Two weeks is not a huge amount of time — and 10 days even less — so I’m focusing on my work rather than on the potential social aspect, despite the fact that the four other artists and writers in attendance are such interesting people.

This was lunch the other day - seared tuna on a bed of spinach and greens, accompanied by artistically carved watermelon. I was over the moon.

While here, I have started a new body of work that I’ll display at my solo show in July at Northern Daughters gallery. I’m working with collage, gouache, and Flashe paint, as is my want, to create a series of pictures of people interacting in various interior and exterior spaces. I’m using the fragmented nature of collage to create multi-layered narratives taking place in domestic and public environments. Here’s the starting point of one of the pieces with the base layer collage in ready for painting:

One of my domestic scenes, a work in progress 9 x 12 in., glued up with its base layer collage.

I am so grateful to have this time and space and feel like I won the art residency lottery. I imagine that spending a month here (one of the residency options which I unfortunately couldn’t do) would be that much more rewarding. If you’re an artist reading this and are looking for a truly supportive, quiet, and productive residency, consider applying to Monson Arts!

Urban Birds, in place

My mother beat me to it. She and my father visited New York City before I could and visited Convene where four of my works—the commissioned urban birds pieces (see earlier blog post)—now adorn the walls of the 530 Fifth Avenue building. She took some photos for me. Visiting the site for myself is on my list but first, I have to get enough work done for my upcoming solo show at Northern Daughters that I stop having panic attacks.

Urban Birds

In May, I did a commission for interior designer Felipe Bastos, who spearheaded the design of Convene’s newest office and event space in Manhattan. After learning about my work through my blog, he contacted me about making large-scale painting/collages to be installed in the garden and bird-themed office space in the new building. By large-scale, I mean 4 x 6 feet. That’s big for me; the largest I have painted is 30 x 30 inches, and that felt enormous. Given the time constraint (official opening at the beginning of June), we scaled back on the scope and landed on 13 x 20 inch painting/collages which I could then scan or photograph at a resolution high enough to be printed at three times the size. The final result would be 4 x 6 feet images printed on canvas or another substrate.

Work in progress: first stage/layer is the collage base.

This work happened in an around a day job, and also production for a solo show I’ll have this fall at Northern Daughters. I spent many an early morning and late night in my downtown Barre studio, up on the third floor. I felt like a bird myself, perched up, looking out into the dark through my brick-wall facing windows. It’s not the easiest thing to do--a commission--but this one was easier than others I have done, mainly because Felipe was so organized. And clear. Not only did he send along a detailed sketch for what he envisioned but also reference shots and color swatches. His energy was infectious. I also just like making bird people. Morphing a bird and human into a new, animated, and slightly awkward figure is entirely satisfying. The biggest challenge was working with yellow - making the infamous NYC yellow cabs fly through the air in mundane yet surreal fashion.

All four panels in progress in my studio.

Felipe and his team ended up printing the digital artwork on metal. I thank Paul Rogers for his photography skills in shooting the smaller, final artwork and producing excellent digital files.

Sample on metal.

Another sample on metal.

The merging of several worlds and fields--interior design, art, illustration, and architecture--was exciting for me who is multidisciplinary by nature. I’m looking forward to seeing the space and work when I’m next in the city.

A small version of the final framed piece printed on metal.

Up on the Third Floor

I just moved into a new studio, a room on the third floor at Studio Place Arts (SPA). I’ve spent the past ten months at SPA as the resident artist, occupying a small studio on the second floor gratis. I decided, when my residency ended, that I wasn’t ready to leave SPA nor the opportunity of working in a studio separated from my house. Through snow, wind, rain, and sun, I have found that I love walking to and from the studio and home. We live midway up a hill here in Barre, so the walk is not insignificant, in terms of exercise for the legs and lungs. But I do enjoy the trip each time. So, I moved into an available space on the third floor, where I’ll share two-thirds of a large, airy room with fellow artist Athena Petra Tasiopoulos. There’s finally space for my rocking chair and stacks of art books that I can now sit down and read while drinking ginger tea. #whatcouldbebetter

My studio.

Residing in Barre

I found out some good news yesterday! I've been selected to do an 11-month studio residency program at Studio Place Arts (SPA) in downtown Barre, Vermont. The residency will take place Dec. 1, 2017 to October 31, 2018; I’ll be based in a small private studio on the second floor of SPA, working on collage paintings and soft sculpture installations for my upcoming show "The Feast of Fools" opening on March 27 in the third floor gallery at SPA.

This is exciting news for several reasons: 

• I am a new resident of Barre, having bought a house up on a (very steep) hill this spring. We overlook downtown. So now, I'll actually BE downtown in my new city.
• I will be part of—and surrounded by—a great community of artists with studios at SPA, including two of my favorite fellow artists Janet Van Fleet and Matt Monk. I can't wait to bug them incessantly—er, I mean—have studio visits with them.
• More space! Enough of this cramming paints, boards, fabric, sewing machine, tables, scanner...all...into a small space (my wee home-based studio.) 

Starting in December, you can find me on the second floor at SPA. There's a window that looks into my studio so you can spy on me. Or you can knock and come in - I plan on having a chair for you to sit in.

Birds' Eye

Birds-eye-view, aerial, and panoramic views…why do I love it so? I’m working on a picture of Montpelier, VT, currently my hometown, and in doing so, I’m seeing what the wide world of Google has to offer me for references. So much overhead view! Is landscape a character? If attachment to a landscape supersedes other things like job opportunities, cost of living, diversity, are you crazy to remain attached? I find myself in that boat, tied up to a particular harbor. In my case, the boat is a canoe, and the harbor is a green bank on a Vermont lake. It’s frightening, committing to a place. My limitless view of the world (”I could go ANYWHERE…except maybe Afghanistan”) has tightened, the aperture dialed down, and gone is a periphery. Through my pinhole view, I gaze at the details. All of this is by choice - or is it? Is there a thread that keeps us tethered to a place, because the landscape matches up with our own shape? Like a giant hand moving puzzle pieces, slotting me in to this one little open space. 

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Bird's eye vintage view, Montpelier, Vermont