Monday, 5 December 2016
Friday, 2 December 2016
Did you laugh at the jokes?
Wednesday, 30 November 2016
Friday, 18 November 2016
Some stains and smudges wash away and some do not and they become part of her unique pattern. My job is to make sure that the stains and smudges become something beautiful to her and make her fabric stronger.
Monday, 7 November 2016
As an artist, taking a small, new human into the world is an invaluable exercise. They seem to notice every crunch of leaves, they climb up and down steps again and again with enviable concentration, they regard playgrounds with equal measures of caution and desire.
There is so much to learn from them and to be with them is to fall under an enchantment of the world that they present to us. In these strange times, I cling to that.
In these strange times art is a refuge. Not an escape but a choice of direction.
Wednesday, 2 November 2016
It won't let go of Summer.
Now the heat is like a fever.
Leaves crumple to brown in the heat.
Frost barely a memory.
Is that what she will know?
No mists and grey iron cold,
That dampens the bones but brings ghosts to the eyes?
Will fall forever be a malingerer?
Monday, 24 October 2016
It was the sense of familiarity that surprised me. When did it happen? When did something so ethereal, out of reach as art-making transform to homecoming? I am awake but the sense of longing of the dream comes again. And just like that, I knew.
There is no time to lose. No time for fear of the mark of the page, no time for avoidance.
Friday, 22 July 2016
|Woman in a Red Bodice and Her Child by Mary Cassatt|
Monday, 4 July 2016
More on my new video and installation project soon.
one track mind - I from LizW on Vimeo.
Wednesday, 29 June 2016
We are in days of shadow and the history we thought we left behind seems doomed to repeat itself. I have cried for my loss of identity, the sense of betrayal, with sadness for my family in the UK with guilt for bringing my daughter into such a world and shame because I know my chest beating is a little self-indulgent - it's not as if I need to look over my shoulder because of the color of my skin or the number of consonants in my last name.
What I do know is that I refuse to be defined by the rules set up by other more privileged than myself and I cannot run and hide. To be alive is a political act.
Tuesday, 28 June 2016
|First attempt at self-portrait with brush marker|
|Final piece in acrylics and mixed media|
Friday, 20 May 2016
Monday, 9 May 2016
Wednesday, 4 May 2016
Telling the story of Eva Hesse's life and work presents one major challenge: as a narrative arc, it is necessarily truncated. In most respects Hesse is the perfect subject for a drama-filled documentary. Her childhood was full of pain and upheaval. The early years of her career were marked by relentless experimentation and constant self-doubt.
Friday, 11 March 2016
Tuesday, 23 February 2016
Thursday, 18 February 2016
I don't believe all three of these images are that effective of conveying my messages but I did enjoy the practice. So much so that I would like to attempt the first two assignments with other objects as well as continue to explore the lamp image.
Wednesday, 17 February 2016
The project on the surface seemed commonplace or even humdrum. Create multiple images of the same household object. I chose a lamp in honor of the Pixar people who studied at CALARTS. The aim of the assignment was to get us creating. From every image and technique I used I learned something new. Even something as straightforward as scanning something, making every image the same size opened a world to me I had only been vaguely aware of before. Not know how techniques would work led to happy accidents as well as disappointments.
I was required to make ten images but I made many more, subsequently I had to decide which ones to submit and that was a challenge. Not because I loved them all but all had something of interest.
As I worked on the assignment over seven days I was reacquainted with the pure joy of doing and learning. There was also a feeling of relief, that I am not focusing on words and phrasing but another way of communicating that shows it itself through action.
Monday, 8 February 2016
watch this space....
Over the weekend I mulled some of the conclusions I am coming to. I had come to a point where I could see that process without some aim isn't going to take me anywhere. I originally thought that the answer was to plan a show but on close consideration I think this isn't a good idea.
I have decided that I want to marry my beliefs in adult learning with some kind of visual project or works. It has taken me a couple of years to come to this idea. A couple of years of exploring what it is to be an adult learner, to embark on the unknown and to struggle to learn new skills. So deciding on this direction is a big achievement for me.
How to execute this is a different matter. Trying to develop a visual body of work feels a lot like when I learned a new language. And like language the only way I will improve is through practice. Fortunately this MOOC has provided some fascinating opportunities for me to develop making as a habit.
Wednesday, 27 January 2016
Tuesday, 12 January 2016
These were the pieces I ended up doing in the class 'Developing in a Series'. In my desire to not become tied to the finished item I gave these away to my dad who liked them. They are filled with so much more than I could express in words.
When I listen to some artists describe their work I am kind of amazed of all they can say. For me it's hard to articulate what the art I produce means, honestly, I don't know if it has any meaning or whether it matters. I just want the activity to speak for itself.
Monday, 11 January 2016
Tuesday, 5 January 2016
Monday, 4 January 2016
With every new year comes so much self-evaluation. We ask ourselves whether this is who we want to be and what we can change to make life perfect. I don't see anything wrong with this. In fact to strive and look for new projects to tackle is the definition of happiness to me. Years ago I read 'The Alchemist' by Paulo Coelho, I remember it only vaguely however there was one passage that has not left me. In it a character talks about his desire to visit Mecca and that, essentially, that desire, that aim keeps him going, because what would he do with himself if he'd already met his goal?
“It's the possibility of having a dream come true that makes life interesting.”This time last year I was pregnant and waiting for my daughter to make an appearance. Now I am amazed at how time drags and goes quickly all at once. Having her has not diminished the desires I have for myself. Everyone said having a child would change my life, but I am not sure I agree. It has in some practical ways and not at all in others. I thought it would change me as a person, but instead it has revealed to me aspects of myself I didn't see before.