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Showing posts with label something "for the wall". Show all posts
Showing posts with label something "for the wall". Show all posts

Sunday, December 15, 2013

Sculpture Collaging

within the continued practice of cannibalizing my own work, i have begun to assemble 
collage-work using manipulated images from details of my sculptures. 
this allows me to retain favoritism of certain"moments" in the materials.
i can isolate certain textures i may have an internal struggle regarding preciousness in the details...
zoom-in, zero-in.
rescale, retrace, relocate
build new landscapes, explosions, textures..
piece them together with images of classical sculpture belonging to "the people"
found online. found in cemeteries and public parks- strangers made of stone . 
now inhabit a new terrain.

(both in process)



Monday, October 25, 2010

sampler







i keep going back to this embroidery scratching post thinking someday it will be "done". i like the back side as much as the front side. i like seeing through it and getting the texture of the hair and stitches as much as i like the shimmer of the nail polish spots on the peacock -like pattern (which is ..of course..not all that visible when back-lit).



stitching on silk, crocheted hair, nail-clippings,unraveled scarf, cut-up crocheted gloves, white pencil, beads, wood stain, nail polish..

Thursday, August 20, 2009

suckle (in progress)




started out as the original ball of udders. grew tentacles and a mouth that would snatch at and devour what biology intended for baby. its mouth filled up with too many tongues. then its milk dried up.


starving and dumb, it would need to grow a brain where its fat belly once was. now it can finally appreciate the allure of the feminine mystique. it will now teach itself the art of seduction and manipulation. soon the food will come to it. it will always have room for dessert.

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

a suitable past-time





engaging with my inner Victorian forensic recluse hobbyist; using old doilies made from hair I had once grown and shed, fingernails I had clipped, necklaces I had ingratefully yanked, silken scarves shredded,..a pair of my deceased grandmother's gloves my mother had mysteriously mailed to me, that spring-form pan that never spurred the passion for cheesecake makery i thought it might.. nailpolish, shoe-polish..woodstain. distain. sea salt.