This is untitled work. White balloons coated in a layer or two of Elmers glue and left to deflate naturally. The form together and become dependent on each other. The piece was created hanging from the ceiling so all of the drips go down toward the “bottom” and the strings that were coated in glue as well still sort of reach upward.
Waiting is a transitional state that I often find myself in and tend to be quite impatient with. Whether it’s waiting for Rob to head out the door (although I’m pretty sure he waits for me more than I wait for him), waiting for a balloon sculpture to deflate since my prodding only messes up the process or waiting to get an answer from say, a graduate school or something like that, I tend to twiddle my thumbs, tap my fingers and get myself all worked up. Time is a precious thing in my life since there is always more to do than I have time for. My time has become quantifiably valuable in the photography business since we bill by the hour and I can also see a monetary value for the time I am putting in at Cranbrook since this experience is an investment. The laborious nature of my art work is also very time intensive.
These thoughts about waiting were inspired by some images in the series “New Londoners: Reflections on Home” and Louise Bourgeois’ “Insomnia Drawings”.
The New Londoners are a group of refugees from around the world now living in London who were connected by Photovoice with a “new and upcoming” photographer from the area to create a series of honest photo’s based on life in a new city. There were at least 3-4 photo’s titled “Waiting for… (so and so)” which got me thinking about what I do while I’m waiting and how that changes based on the place I am in. If I’m at home, I busy myself in that waiting period. If I am in an unfamiliar place as these photographers are, I tend to sit and look. I’m less interested in the photo’s themselves than I am in the idea of transplanting, seeing for the first time, collaborating and waiting. View Slideshow of “The New Londoners: Reflections on Home”
I had an individual meeting with my artist is residence, Heather McGill and she suggested I look at Louise Bourgeois’ Insomnia Drawings in relation to my work. I am still working on tracking down the book itself but the images and information online also lead me to thinking about the state of waiting. I came across an article referencing the drawings the New York Times (read the article) Louise talks about the lulling nature of making the drawings while she is waiting for sleep to come.
I just happened upon the beautifully integrated and suspended photography of Rosemary Laing and am really taken with it! I am especially drawn to her Bulletproofglass series and her Weather series (see below). The concepts are intriguing, but the part I can’t get over is the complicated textures and the transitional state of the subjects. Also, reports say that she doesn’t use digital manipulation to achieve these strange images, which is also an interest of mine (strange things that actually can exist). I’ve found a new favorite!
My second critique included these seven time and labor intensive pieces. Out of interest for discarded materials, packaging, waste, and the strange properties and purposes of styrofoam, I deconstructed and reconstructed a block of styrofoam into these small organic forms with a needle and black thread (approximately 2×2 inches each). Their extreme lightness was exposed by the way these pieces reacted to the air and movement around them allowing the viewer to play an active role in the piece.
(Installation shot of hand sewn styrofoam forms hanging from black thread)
Here are some fairly recent images from the studio and I will follow soon with critique images from the last 2 weeks.
Working in my space. Rob was visiting and snapped a couple shots.
My second sculpture critique of the semester was these small styrofoam sculptures (in progress here). I deconstructed the styrofoam beads and then reformed them with black thread. (Installation images to come.)
In progress piece? Fuzzies from multiple garments.