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Dec
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New Directions

No, I’m not about to post about Glee - though I’m excited for the new episode.

What I’m about to post is about statements of PURPOSE.

I’ve got thirteen days to nail down my goals for graduate study.  Saying “I’ll do what I want!” isn’t a viable option.  Neither is saying I’ll do MORE of what I’m already doing, or fleshing out a project plan that will probably change, and will hopefully be in progress before I even get to school.  When you are creative, it’s hard to partition your messy brain into plans and statements.  It’s hard to map out a direction.  I don’t want to write myself into a corner, only to back pedal later.  Can I write a statement about my interest in accessories as agents of seduction used in advertisements and consumer culture, while planning on making a tulip attendant costume?  Do I have to justify my interest in the Tulip with images in my portfolio?  Should I include work examples that involve my Dutchness?  Do I need to mention everything?  I want to be open to the distinct possibility that I will be smarter and clearer in grad school, and might do stuff I can’t foresee, or explain.  My interest in urban gardening is something I want to pursue, and may or may not relate to my current theme of produce in high heels. My work hasn’t yet been social service oriented, but the inclusion of a garden in an urban space would very nearly require that.  Am I a selfish artist if I don’t want to feed the city with my art?

I was hoping grad school would inspire me to tailor my aesthetic and thematic explorations.  I was hoping to sum myself up into a sound bite.  Mark Newport, for example, crochets superhero costumes.  Those three words alone can suggest all of the complex themes his work deals with - every time I use them, I get an appreciative and energetic sparkle of enjoyment and understanding.  The juxtaposition of the process and the object clearly say: “subverting gender roles!”  It’s clever, it’s topical, it’s unique and direct.  In terms of my own work, I’m finding that 500 words isn’t enough, let alone three.

At the very least, I’ve distilled my areas of interest to a few interlocking themes:  Sexy, useless accessories (“garnishes”) in advertisements involving the female form (or parts of), seduction in advertisements (using motivators like food and sex), and using garnishing to seduce (the sexy underwear for that special someone).  The goals of the industry making the ads piggyback on the goals of fruit and sex: to seduce the “consumer” into “buying.”  Thus, assuring the continuation of life and the species.  The ads are equating the bodies of sexy ladies in those ads, to the products they are selling.  They, like fruit, are consumable or available for that purpose.  It’s all really brilliant on the part of the machine of visual culture: employing powerful motivators like food and sex to tap into a survival instinct.  You come away with the feeling that you NEED to buy this, eat that, see this movie, listen to this music, watch this show.  It’s effective, attractive, and perverse.

As for what I would make with all this in mind?  The sexy veggies seem on the right track.  I would like to share space with the ads I’m commenting on - to be a part of that public space, and visual culture.  It should be more interactive, more wearable too.  Every piece could be a total work, complete with an ad campaign, an object, an event, and interaction with the audience.  I want to do larger things, more costume and life sized work.  Maybe accessorize to the point of absurdity, or isolate the questionable article, like the fingernails in Poke.  To make work that is functional in that it points out the dysfunction of our visual culture as it relates to images of women.  Why are we turned on by emaciated women with fake hair, fake nails, enhanced breasts, perched on top of shoes that are impossible to wear, looking pre-orgasmic or almost dead?  It’s disturbing.  It’s abusive.  It’s alluring.  I want my work to be all of that.

Hmmmm.  I think I can use some of that!

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adamholwerda:

bruceholwerda:

a few shots from my gallery opening at Stone Mt.  Atlanta

Wish I could have gone.

Me too!  So good to see the collection indoors!

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Nov
19th
Thu
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Jeanne-Claude

Jeanne-Claude died today.

This morning, I was riding past the Library downtown, and there was a huge crowd of people waiting for it to open at 9:00.  Then I thought about it being a nice library that I only went in once - and that was to hear Christo and Jeanne- Claude speak.  Then I thought about how much I like their work.  I was just intensely remembering seeing them, and later I find out she has passed away.

These two were a marvelous pair, not only in art, but the sweet, and sometimes antagonistic way they interacted.  They finished each others sentences, but also interrupted to correct the other before the thought was complete.  Like they knew each other so well they knew if they disagreed with what the other was thinking.

They mentioned this in their artist talk, they were talking about arguing, how they would be working on a project, and Christo would say “higher” and Jeanne-Claude would say “lower” and they would both fight their point and make a case for it, and the other would seem to not budge, but be thinking “hey, maybe he’s right” or “hey, maybe she’s right,” and they would concede, and let it go lower or higher, and it would end up then in the perfect spot.  I thought this was a remarkably honest - and strikingly beautiful - example of a partnership.  Each individual has strong ideas, and the combination - the push and pull- will take the best of both ideas to arrive at the greatest collaboration.

Jeanne-Claude told a story of how when she first met Christo in Paris, he asked her: “do you like the Louvre?”  And she replied that she did - “They have the best floor in Paris!”  Which meant that she chose to roller skate there, rather than admire the art.  She became an artist for her love of Christo.  “If he became a dentist, I would be a dentist.”  That might sound submissive, or like an inequality, but it was anything but: Jeanne-Claude was no wilting flower.  She was just eager to participate in the vocation that the love of her life was so passionate about.

My heart breaks, not only for the art world to lose such brilliance, and not only for the Colorado River project that is pending, but for Christo.  Their story was so epically romantic: a fated meeting, a shared birthday, a true life and work partnership.  I can’t imagine having that kind of relationship, and ever losing my other part.  Hopefully her love will live on in his (their) work.

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Oct
26th
Mon
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The List (Grad School)

Cranbrook - Fibers

Virginia Commonwealth - Fibers/ materials studies

UC Berkley Department of Art Practice

Temple- Tyler School of Art

California College of Art - Social Practice

MICA - Mount Royal School of Art

And now, the real work begins.  Statements of intent here I come!

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Oct
19th
Mon
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Chairries

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Oct
9th
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Shipping and Handling

This week I had a first: Shipping my artwork to an exhibition out of state.  It was nerve-wracking somehow.  Like sending a child out into the world via parcel post!

Today was the deadline for the faculty show delivery.  Adam and I tried to shove my 4’ by 6’ submission into his Subaru.  It was about a quarter of an inch too big width wise, and about six inches too long.  The wheel well, the handle above the door, the pocket on the back of the folded-down back seat - were all conspiring against us.  And: it was raining!  We shoved it in, after some physics-defying shimmies, and I drove white-knuckled and gingerly down Lakeshore with the backdoor tied down.  When we got to HPAC, there was a moment where it appeared that the work would not come back out the way it went in.  There was a definite sticking point.  The corner brace smacked up loud against the plastic-edged back seat pocket.  It sounded like the wood frame snapped.  My heart jumped.  Once we realized where the problem was, we also realized  there was no room to edge it up over the blockage.  It was stuck!  I remained positive for….ten seconds.  Then, I began to freak out, “I just need this to get out of this car!  That’s all I need!”  I started to plead with the heavens, while getting more and more hysterical, when Adam created a wedge under the frame that freed it up from the blockage - and it came out!  Remarkably, in one piece - and despite the rain - not soaked (though, the wrapping paper was tearing it was so wet).

Two down, one to go (this month).  Exhale.

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Oct
3rd
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beet

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Sep
27th
Sun
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Casualties

The first time I had Poke up, it was at the Hyde Park Art Center, in the main hallway, for an entire summer, around five year olds. And the installation remained intact.

At the B.O.B., in a week, I’ve had fingers pulled off the wall, presumably by adults, more than ten times.

Please ignore the holes in the grid of fingers.  It’s not my fault.  I can’t drive back to Grand Rapids every time someone thinks they’re being clever (or can’t read, or don’t have respect for art).

Please be respectful.  It’s not cute.  Thank you.

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Sep
25th
Fri
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Is there anybody out there?

Has anyone out there voted for me?  I have no idea how many votes each artist is getting, could be dozens, or thousands.

I kinda feel like being in GR and stalking my piece from bar, sipping a gin and grapefruit, watching people take my postcards, stare longer than normal, make faces, react strongly, laugh, smile, snap a picture, walk away, and……

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Sep
24th
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Registered ArtPrize Voters:  Text “vote26661” to 878787

Registered ArtPrize Voters:  Text “vote26661” to 878787

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