After a week of holidays, I am ready to go back to the Marietta/Cobb Museum of Art to finish preparing for my big retrospective, opening on January 12, 2013. When I say holiday, I don’t mean taking time off. I mean having uninterrupted time in the studio.
I’ve been getting ready to go back in with the repaired objects all week. There were a few things that needed repairs, and had to come back to the studio to be fixed. There were also several things that came back from the gallery that shows my work, and I thought they’d look good in the show, so I spruced them up as well. And I had to make a few frames for things I’d decided I wanted to swap out with paintings already up at the museum.
This is one of the skeletal figurines of acrylic and wire. The base was all broken up, and I had to build it out with acrylic molding paste and then paint it.
This is one of the things I brought back from the gallery, a bronze I did years ago, which, because of unorthodox foundry methods, is a one of a kind – they broke the mold.
And this is one of my shaman sculptures. It has been at the gallery for awhile, and it’s just too strong not to have in the show, so it’s going in on my lap tomorrow, because I don’t dare try to wrap it and lay it flat, and there won’t be any room other than on top of me by the time we’re finished loading my little trucklet.
Altho the curator sent this next painting back, because it truly didn’t fit in with the rest of the paintings, it represents current work, and the show as it is at the moment neglects the work of the last three years. Once I decided to submit a few of my latest works, this picture didn’t seem so outré, so it’s coming back tomorrow.
Along with the new paintings. This next one is part of my recent mythic women series, which includes Medusa, Mary Magdalene, Judith (and Holofernes), and Kali. I call this one Ophelia.
Ophelia is part of an ongoing series of paintings of my model underwater, something that I’ve wanted to do for some time. First I painted the most realistic shots of several hundred I took over two days. But after half a dozen, I find I”m interested in the more abstract figures, like the one below. And it gets even more interesting with the pictures you can’t even tell what are.
I’m quite fond of this next painting, which stars my neighborhood, an old, working-class part of Atlanta that still retains its character into the 21st Century. The scene out the window is a composite of five different locations, and all the furniture is sitting around my house being used even now. The model is almost thirty years older, however.
Another of the Dance of Death series that I did last year, both in celebration of the ‘end of the world’ theme they had going around, but also because I was recently given a lifesized skeleton, and couldn’t resist indulging my love of the grotesque and bizarre.
And I was very glad to decide to include one of the larger dragon paintings that I did in 2010, after being asked to show at Dragoncon. It resulted also from a tour thru the Kerry mountains in Ireland that year, on which I developed the notion that there must be dragon breeding grounds just off the southwestern shores.
So now everything is framed, with hanging wire, and all the frames are well built and reinforced, and the edges are mended and all the same color now. And the sculptures are all cleaned and repaired, oh yes and there’s a tiny miniature portrait of a Venetian Carnival lady that I don’t have a picture of yet. And everything is sitting ready to be packed into the truck tomorrow (including the camera, which I forgot last time). And I’ll be going up to Marietta Museum first thing after the dogs are walked in the morning. It’ll take all day long, I’m sure, but by the end of the day, I should have a show hung up on the walls, almost ready to open.
The opening is Saturday, January 12th, from 6-8 pm, at the Marietta/Cobb Museum of Art. Admission is $8 at the door, and there’ll be light refreshments and a cash bar. Art sales will benefit the Museum.
I hope you can come to the show. The opening is only ten days away. And boy are my arms tired.