A soul among found objects

Exposición diciembre 2011 / Show December 2011

2011-12-27T14:17:00.002+01:00

Show..En Bolas.

2011-05-07T11:29:00.004+02:00

Finally, I have finished the work for the "En Bolas" show.

En Bolas is a play on words meaning in Spanish.. naked or in balls. This work is all presented in glass balls.

Once the show has been opened on May 11th, I will publish all works in the blog.

Boxed landscape

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Flotsam

2010-09-19T14:28:00.003+02:00

Some small summer works.

Ceramic Bottons

2009-12-23T22:03:00.005+01:00

This old lamp

2009-12-22T00:38:00.003+01:00

Textures from printmaking (copper plates)

2009-12-02T23:05:00.004+01:00

Rubbish from packaging used to create textures in soft varnish technique.

Go ask Alice

2009-11-21T19:53:00.006+01:00

Assembled Glass Christmas tree ornaments.

The New Coat 2

2009-10-04T10:31:00.004+02:00

When things arent glued down they are more apt to change. This is a second take on the same theme. I am still not sure where it will go.

I often find that we bloggers dont want to do a hard critique, afterall it is for the all to read and often in blogs of people we do not know face to face, but I open my door to any constructive criticism.

The New Coat

2009-10-04T00:01:00.005+02:00

I have yet to paste this one down but more or less here is my next piece. I tried oxidizing the back drop metal but I guess it is stainless steel because after hours in a solution it didnt even get brown edges. I found this little girl in a box the other day in an antique store and she sang to me. She is a beautiful fall day bundled up in a wool coat.

Playing with transparencies

2009-09-13T23:17:00.003+02:00

I have been trying to make transparencies work for some time and finally it came together. This one is quite easy to do with contact paper and I was happy with how it came out.

A good blog?

2009-09-13T16:55:00.005+02:00

I have recently been thinking about what really makes a good blog. After several conversations with friends I truly believe a good blog is a free expresion of the soul that invites others to view it and react. Equally a good blogger reaches out to others to share viewpoints, common experiences, give kudos, etc. I view blogging ulimately as a way to search for the common thread of humanity between all of us and join us (between countries, cultures, social standings) in a way that delves deeper into our souls than any other encounter we may have in our everyday lives. The blogs I read do this for me. They sing to me and offer me this common thread that I reach for and find so beautiful. Thank you.

Imagenes del verano

2009-09-08T21:08:00.005+02:00

Mi madre me envió este articulo del periódico local.... al lado de la foto ella escribe que mi padre no le gusto su leche. Pase una hora riéndome

Los trompos y...

..estos chicos querian venir conmigo a casa.

All finds from the Paris market.

He vuelto

2009-09-08T20:18:00.005+02:00

Llevo mucho tiempo sin pisar por mi blog, dejándolo por muerto. Creo que nos pasa a todos. Un amigo mio me expreso que quería que escribiera en español y por eso dedico este blog a Pedro.

?Donde he estado? Llevo unos meses aprendiendo como aceptarme por como soy, una sin vergüenza tumbada en la playa llena de arena, una cosechadora de cosillas de los mercados de París destinadas a collages que nunca hice.

Me acepto, tal y como soy. Pero también reconozco que con las brisas del otoño que aparecen a veces por las horas mas oscuras de las mañanas Sevillanas, me entra un gusanito de crear y juntar estas piezas extrañas encontradas entre las olas del calor y agua del verano.

Las estaciones dentro de mi también van cambiando.

En el próximo blog presento unas fotos de cosillas del verano.

Abstract

2009-06-23T00:22:00.004+02:00

Landscape

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New watch pieces

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Monotipo

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Cosillas nuevas

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Una cosilla en progreso.

Finds in the Paris market

2009-05-18T23:44:00.003+02:00

Brooch

2009-03-19T22:16:00.002+01:00

Some new finds

2009-03-13T18:30:00.005+01:00

Last weekend I was lucky enough to go to the Rastro in Madrid. The Rastro is a large flee market filled with all sorts of goodies for those in search of collage items and cheap thong underwear.

A few years back, I went and happened upon a man that was selling old, mostly unusable, watch pieces. When I arrived to the Rastro this time I went straight to search for my old friend. I looked and looked for him, thinking that perhaps he moved his stand. After a good hour, I resorted to asking other vendors if they knew what happened to him. The first man refused to answer me. The second and third vendors I asked confirmed that he had died a few years back. A bit of a downer to the whole trip to the Rastro but here are some of the finds I did encounter on my scavenger hunt among the sometimes haphazardly, strewn, melange of things.

Diente de leon

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Canal Sur - Granada

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Exposicion de obras graficas

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Granada del 15 de febrero al 8 de marzo
Cadiz del 13 de marzo al 4 de abril
Huelva del 16 de abril al 10 de mayo
Malaga del 2 de junio al 21 de junio

Patrick Ulmer, Pedro Munoz, Susana Fraile, Veronica Hernandez, Juan Tejedor, Paquita Tobaruela, Inez Rodriguez, Alexis Kerner, Miguel Puya, Horacio Hermoso, Magret de Arcos, Maria Ortega, Jose Lopez, Lorena Fernandez, Ramon Gomez, Jesus Tejedor.

Test prints

2009-02-09T22:50:00.005+01:00

More of your bee's wax

2009-02-09T22:47:00.001+01:00

Techniques with bee's wax and oil paints

2009-02-07T18:17:00.002+01:00

Flip book of a candle burning (another basement find)

2009-01-28T14:42:00.006+01:00

Dedicated to Joanne Gover Yoshida

2009-01-27T21:53:00.004+01:00

"I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud"

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
long the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed---and gazed---but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

William Wordsworth

http://foundinjapanjgy.blogspot.com/2009/01/daffodil.html

Metro moments

2009-01-27T20:38:00.004+01:00

Waiting for the train

From the basement of my past

2009-01-26T02:12:00.005+01:00

Forgotten works from my adolescence I found in the basement of my parent's house

Garlic in Craypas

Small bird bones

Window

Figure drawing

Winter days in New Jersey

2009-01-24T02:36:00.010+01:00

Snow in the nook

Frosty moss

Morning blue snow on the back table

Winter sun rise

Snow laden reeds in the wind

Winter morning stick figures

2009-01-14T16:24:00.005+01:00

Para ellos en Sevilla

2009-01-06T20:10:00.002+01:00

LECTURA DE POESIA EN SEVILLA
BAR RAYUELA
Calle FERIA 52, Sevilla
Sabado 10 de Enero 200921:39 horas(9:39 pm)

Adrian Arias presentara una serie de poemas escritos sobre naranjas ...inspirados por los naranjos de Sevillaen una lectura interactiva gracias a la invitacion de Susana

http://perfoadrian.blogspot.com/

Works from Encajas

2008-12-28T14:28:00.013+01:00

Jugamos el Dictador

Untitled

A,B,C's of being a woman

Opening for EnCajas

2008-12-28T14:25:00.008+01:00

Sarah, me and Marcos

And the crowd came...for the art or the free beer, I am not sure which.

I managed to offend this man who later became my friend. The work actually was a great conversation piece.

Post Card

2008-12-05T20:34:00.001+01:00

A soul for sale?

2008-12-03T20:33:00.003+01:00

At the end of the month I will be showing my work and possibly putting some of it up for sale. I just stare at my work and think how could I do that? It is my heart and soul that I pour into my art and it scares me that I may sell them and never see them again. Perhaps, I am naive. Anyone to share their experience?

An Andalusian February Snowstorm

2008-11-25T23:18:00.006+01:00

A few of my favorite things...

2008-11-14T18:22:00.003+01:00

Thunderstorms
A hot pot of tea
Walking through a bakery
Warm clothes straight from the dryer
Hanging sheets and standing between them
A snuggily pair of socks
My feet in your hands
Good friends
Swimming naked
Laughing until I hurt
Being at home with snow on the ground
The last 10 pages of a good book
The smell and warmth of something in the oven
The smell of wood
The smell of wetlands mixed with salty air
My cheek next to yours
My toes in mud
Skipping shells at the beach around 5 when the waves have died down
The crazy feeling when I do art
The act of making popcorn
Toast

Plancha de grabado

2008-11-14T00:03:00.002+01:00

An assemblage in divine proportion

2008-10-29T22:16:00.004+01:00

My reunion with wood

2008-10-29T20:51:00.005+01:00

I never was an A student. Much of the time I was lucky if I got a B-. I can clearly remember the two classes I ever got A+'s in in high school: woodshop and philosophy. I loved woodshop. I went to an old quaker school that had a wonderful collection of old tools. There were these great big augers, huge hand saws and beautiful wooden planes at our disposal. I dont think any of us really knew how lucky we were. After graduating, I never worked in wood again until today. I had forgotten the joy of the smell and feel of wood. It was very exciting and I am anticipating some nice things to come from our reunion as well as a few blisters.

2008-10-27T12:01:00.003+01:00

If a little dreaming is dangerous, the cure for it is not to dream less but to dream more, to dream all the time.

Si soñar un poco es peligroso, la cura para ello no es soñar menos, sino soñar continuamente.

- Marcel Proust

Musik

2008-10-23T00:51:00.003+02:00

Collage: mixed papers.

4 Sarah G

2008-10-22T22:46:00.007+02:00

Blazing leaves of fire

are extinguished with crisp air

painting my nose red

Thoughts on art

2008-10-22T19:24:00.004+02:00

Dedicated to my new friend Irene.

After a short conversation with Irene today, I finally figured out the words I have been looking for for many years about art interpretation. I find so many of us try to solve this great puzzle of what a piece of art work means, when the answer is quite simple. As they say there are always more than one side to every story and, likewise, here, there are a zillion sides. That is what it makes it so unbelievably beautiful. It starts out with the artist putting their heart and soul into a work. Yes, I suppose we have intentions. However, it is the opinions that follow that give the work its life, what it evokes for each viewer. Today, for example I saw the fine work of an artist in Cordoba that made me think about winters in New Jersey, the blue-violet hues of the snow at dusk, chicadees that are mere sillouettes in the evening light and flocks of late migrating (or rebellous resident) birds. I am sure that was not his motive, but that is what I took from the work. Art is a tool to express as well as evoke feeling. When we only look at what the artist wanted to say then we are not seeing the art, we are having a one-way conversation with the artist where we are not truly involved. It is when we say, "I just hate this piece" or "oh my lordy" that we start to communicate and where art becomes real.

Dedicated to my father.

When I told my father that I was posting my artwork, he became nervious. He said "don't let them steal your ideas". This was interesting because I never really thought about someone copying my work. I only thought about how wonderful it would be to be able to give additional life to my work and get comments about it by sharing it in this arena. Then I thought about my art. Most of it is using "stealing" images or taking found objects that someone else ultimately made and using it to create something new. Am I stealing? I dont think so. John used an image that I also took from elsewhere and gave it a new life. It is like a long food chain that originates from life, nature and our interactions and reactions within it. In the end, art connects us together and to nature.

Homage to Bomba

2008-10-20T21:35:00.004+02:00

Assemblage

Haikus of change

2008-10-16T23:54:00.005+02:00

winter grey to white
almond blossoms paint the hills
petals laugh at change

the oak stands tall while
autumn strips him of his leaves
then smiles with green buds

Two studies: a pomegranate and a pod

2008-10-14T22:57:00.004+02:00

Poppy

2008-10-01T17:55:00.004+02:00

poppy in the wind

red headed beauty, laughing

ant climbs out its mouth

Women with Chicken

2008-09-28T22:18:00.003+02:00

Pastel on paper

Driftwood memory

2008-09-28T20:44:00.004+02:00

Mixed media

Found objects as actors

2008-09-23T23:49:00.008+02:00

For me the collection of found objects is a rather spiritual process. Without seeming creepy, I would like to say that objects seem to choose me and can often tell me where they prefer to be located in my pieces. Therefore, I have recently thought that it would not be correct to simply present my work without an explanation of the parts that comprise them. After all, I look at many of my assemblages and collages as if they were freeze frames of theatrical performances. A director would never put on a play without introducing the actors in a playbill so I too would like to introduce you to some of the actors in my work. In the next couple days keep your eyes peeled for my discriptions and stories.

Match box duality

2008-09-22T15:09:00.006+02:00

Collage: Mixed media

A love haiku

arise pheonix
from cinnamon ash, divine
crimson-gold embrace

The way to move

2008-09-21T15:22:00.005+02:00

Collage: Mixed media

Roof tiles with ethnic patterns

2008-09-20T20:32:00.009+02:00

Terracota roof tiles painted with oxides and low fired

Abstract bicycle

2008-09-20T20:12:00.009+02:00

Gouache, ink, cante and pastels on paper.

Organised time

2008-09-20T15:14:00.026+02:00

Ceramic with oxides, watch pieces, copper wire and ink

PLAYBILL:

All characters in this time skit are from the Madrid Rastro Market. One stand had a plethera of watch pieces. I sat there for about a half hour auditioning possible actors.

The Star Performers

Mr. Wound Too Tight:

It was not until I started truly working with Mr. Wound Too Tight that I got to know him better. As I "dissected" him, I triggered other time systems to be put in motion. By just removing his cover and pulling on a spring I set off all other parts whirling. At first it scared me because I was not expecting him to be so lively but then I thought of it as a type of a tickle game: pull here and his other parts would spin.

Pepita Piece O' Time:

She has been in a long showing broadway performance called "Life on the Arm of Pepita". She then played lead in "Heirloom of the Family". She did some time in a jewlery box for a while and was finally found by a watch piece merchant under the bed of Juana. Her life still remains a bit of an enigma and only can keep us guessing what really transpired while she was in the jewlery box and under Juana's bed. She refuses to speak about that phase of her life.

Sheep with Trout

2008-09-19T13:58:00.018+02:00

Collage: Mixed media

PLAYBILL

Bo "I lost my scapula" Lamb

As far as I can remember objects have found their way into my pockets, backpack or purse. I am now 32 years old. However, fifteen years ago I was on one of my many outdoor adventures, hiking the mountains of Colorado. My pack was quite full and we were hiking the back country for serveral days but I was able to find a little spot in my pack for the bone you see in this collage. I imagine it was a sheep that either lost its way and died alone or simply fell sick. The bone had been there quite sometime because it was already picked clean, bleached from the sun and had some lichen on its surface. I kept it till now, dragging it from house to house, New Jersey, Connecticut, Baltimore and now Spain, knowing one day it would find its place.

Betsy "The Iron Sheep" Baaaa

Not too long ago I was at the Seville flee market (Charco de la Pava---Puddle of the Turkey?) and I came across the sheep. A man tried to convince me that the sheep was an ancient artifact. She sat among angels and other figurines. I decided it was due time that she came with me. She went baaa, in confirmation and was in my pocket for exchange of no more than 3 €.

Trout Matchbox

The trout matchbox was acquired after a long hard dig through a wet-from-the-rain cardboard box..During the dig, more than 20 of his friends ended up in a white plastic bag and now sit in my house waiting thier turn to act.

Pebbles Black

This pebble family find their way often into my work. A friend of mine brought them back from Chile. Probably making them the most travelled of my actors: Chile, The States, Spain.

Literature

2008-09-19T13:58:00.017+02:00

Collage: Mixed media

A balance in measure

2008-09-19T13:58:00.016+02:00

Collage: Mixed media

The Invincible White Owl Performance

2008-09-19T13:58:00.015+02:00

Collage: Mixed media and found objects.

Bowl with fish

2008-09-19T13:58:00.013+02:00

Ceramic: low fire with oxides, glaze and crushed marbles

A one fish show....

Mr. Dipsie Gillespie Fish:

In the flee market there is a man who sells lead molds to make your own dipsies. This little fish was molded from one of these dipsie molds. We like to tell him, "When you were made the mold was broken." We dont have the heart to tell him the truth, he is one in a million, a million just like him. At least he is on a bowl and doesn't swim with the fishes. That's what I would tell him if he found out the truth.

Inspiration from the cinema.

2008-09-16T23:10:00.000+02:00

The following three entries are some of my favorite movies ever.

Tampopo

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Microcosmos

2008-09-16T23:04:00.001+02:00

Delicatessen

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