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Sidney Fine Art Show – A Languid Dream of Rapture


Ok, it’s not my cleverest title for a blog post but as you will see a most appropriate one.

I am thrilled to report that I have had all three of my submissions accepted into the Sidney Fine Art Show this year. The pieces are described below.

Languid Light – This piece began with some ghost imagery from a previous print and was completed with collage and pencil work to create a multi-layered and textured piece infused with a cool light and warm undertones, invoking a languid, sultry mood. The frame, painted by me, is a cool blue with sides and underpainting of bright red.

Languid Light, framed

Languid Light, framed

December Dream – after pulling the fourth and final monoprint from this plate I decided to let the remaining ink dry on the plate and frame the plate itself as a work of art. With its coppery glow and hint of color I think it makes quite a striking, evocative piece.

December Dream, framed

December Dream, framed

The Rapture – The final piece is a diptych of two photopolymer gravure etchings of striking statues I photographed in Italy. The prints are collaged on board, with strips of abstract, complimentary imagery added to the sides. The image on the left is of a small statue in a Florentine cemetery. The one on the right is a portion of the famous Rape of Polyxena by Pio Fedi in Florence’s Loggia dei Lanzi adjacent to the Piazza della Signoria. Both images and statues center around themes of life, passion and death.

The Rapture, diptych, framed

The Rapture, diptych, framed

If you are in town please visit the Sidney Fine Art Show to view these and the nearly 400 fabulous works of art that will be on display.

Sidney Fine Art Show
Mary Winspear Center
Sidney, BC
October 17-19, 2014

 

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Phot Fridays – That Was Then This Is Now


Firenze

Firenze

More than a dozen years ago I painted this watercolour of Florence from a photo taken on the steps leading up to Piazzale Michelangelo, a large piazza overlooking the city which affords spectacular views of the city. I preferred the view from the steps, which, together with the trees and foliage, framed the rooftops of the city in a pleasing way. My painting included the entire cupola of the Duomo but for some reason I cropped that edge out of the picture. You can see another cropping below that includes it.

Firenze, detail

Firenze, detail

Perhaps I didn’t like that second spindly tree trunk, or more likely, my skills at photography, and record keeping, were not as developed, but these two pictures are all I have left of the painting which has long ago been sold. What I do still have are the memories of that place  and time, and of creating the painting afterwards, working for weeks totally absorbed in the process, loving the movement of wet paint on paper and developing meticulous layers of luminous color.

When I revisited Florence earlier this month I naturally had to return to that spot and revisit my memory of being there. I remembered my children skipping up and sitting on those stairs. I remembered it being wintertime. I remembered the restaurant at the back of the piazza called La Loggia, but I couldn’t remember if we ate there or not. I remembered it being a happy time.

Of course I had to photograph the city from the same vantage point. One of those photos is below. The interesting spindly trees on the right of the wall were gone and in their place were several large cranes that marrred the view, but the most significant changes were the ones in my life. My children had grown. I was with a new partner. I observed the city with fresh eyes and I took away new memories. I noticed the steps were a pilgrimage of crosses. I helped a street musician take a snapshot of himself with the same backdrop for a cd cover he was planning. I reveled in the warm sunny day and giggled through more attempts at selfies of ourselves with both phone and SLR cameras. And I shot a photo of La Loggia, though I didn’t eat there. One thing that hadn’t changed was that it was a happy time.

Florence, 2013

Florence, 2013

La Loggia

La Loggia