Hello all, Now that everyone in my circle is vaccinated, things are picking up. I've decided to socialize again and apply for the odd show here and there. It's going great. I'm meeting a marvelous new group of friends outside of the art circle in LA I currently know and it was actually a really great thing to do- because as it turns out, many of them are creative types too! So- life is good, and my painting,"Paradise Lost" is in a show. This is such a great piece. Needs to go to a good home. Be well. Emily :)
A continuation of my "Moulton Ave" piece that I did last week. Not sure if it's a series yet but this is part two: "Moulton Ave II", oil paint on linen, 54" x 54", April 2021. Here we see someone under a bell jar. My idea was that when light hits glass- things, in this case the figure, get distorted. It doesn't make sense in variety of ways and is my take on mental illness- which many of the people in my neighborhood suffer from- so just as the glass distorts, mental illness distorts. The cyclops is a recurring character who has shown up in my work before on a piece called, "Pretty" that I did back in grad school. I like this piece and surprised when a friend vociferously objected to it and said it could possibly be interpreted as being racist- because there's a horse leg and the cyclops's head is brown and he thought I was making a reference to black men being used as studs- which I'm not. A good example of how art is subjective...
A new piece! "Moulton Ave", 48" x 48", acrylic and oil paint on canvas. Inspired by the homeless encampment outside my window in LA. When I pull up my blinds and look outside I see piles of refuse amongst graffiti-covered campers with colorful flags crisply flapping in the breeze. Things like broken treadmills accumulate in the dumpsters and spill out onto the street. Fireworks go off at random hours and people wander around in towels playing the harmonica and talking to friends. It's a cacophony of sound, color and chaos alight by the pinkish tones of beautiful California light. Maybe I can do a series on this theme...
Back in LA and getting used to the grind of things. I was disparaging the condition of the homeless encampment outside my window in LA. There's a whole street full of people using power tools and playing the harmonica and opening the water out onto the street etc. My friend Pete advised me to look at it all with the same eyes as I appreciated the forests I was in recently. Good advice and true. The human condition can be felt through all of our detritus and downfalls. No experience is a bad one for Me as I can always use it for content for artwork. Do I want to paint a pile of trash? Perhaps. Maybe a good exercise for me. Be well. :)
Back in LA and I was pleased this past week when two of my pieces were picked up and used for a day on a movie set in LA. I don't know which movie- but it is delightful when I can make a little coin occasionally from renting out my work! They would've wanted a third piece...but I had foolishly cut up the painting hoping somehow to improve it and then of course ended up throwing the whole thing out. That's happened to me a couple times now. Ug.
I’m back in SoCal after a four month sojourn at my spiritual home, feeling refreshed, healthier and happier. The time out from the craziness of the States was a blessing. I got caught up on sleep, learned to bake bread and experienced wild winter storms with trees chucking down sharp, heavy branches like spears from the sky. There is such tremendous and immense natural beauty there. I touched base with my friends a little, but mostly stuck close to home…suffered through power outages, slow internet and got used to the slow pace of sitting in one place. Now I’m in a holding pattern until I can secure a vaccine. I’m looking forward to being back in my studio and regrouping.It’ll be interesting to see if my watercolor/oil pastel experiments can translate to larger pieces. It’s exciting to be part of the world again. Hope you’re all well.
The first month I was here, I didn’t make any art. Instead, I delighted in being outside again and was a shutterbug- constantly clicking my phone during hikes, documenting the many marvels, large and small, of this gorgeous island. When I don’t work in the studio, I get a slightly restless feeling after a while, and so dug up some of my old art supplies. Being a product of a patriarchal society, I inherited a snobbish idea about watercolor being less serious somehow- perhaps I’d inherited a misogynistic idea about it being a “ladies” art? That was dumb- because it’s really fun and I love it! Plus, I’ve been astounded by my grad school classmate, Griselda Rosas, who has been making some absolutely epic pieces using watercolor and embroidery and has received a ton of press for her pieces, even winning the San Diego Art Prize, and getting a show at the downtown modern art museum in San Diego. (I’m so proud of her). I’ve been playing with oil pastel, watercolor, a space heater and salt and trying to figure out what they can do. And of course, Trump will provide. I’ve been working on a series about the attack on Capitol Hill. Here’s one of my latest pieces. The orange Cheeto dicks are for both genders, since the women attackers acted like dicks too. Now let's see if I can get some eyeballs on it. #attackoncapitolhill #capitolhill #dicksforTrumps #schmucksforTrump #violenceontheHill #capitolhillviolence #mobviolence