Categories for "Early Work"

Nov 19, 2016

HOW I ANGLE THE MIRROR, IS UP TO ME


I know that when we’re approaching 20, what’s considered “profound” or “groundbreaking” may only be mildly, either of those things. We have a naively stocked repertoire of comparisons to run with at that time, after all…

Take FRAME 10. This is from a contact sheet from my college b&w darkroom class.

If I were someone else, producing one of those cliché-filled feeds or coffee table books we all know so well, I might say this lone rearview mirror I snapped from my parents’ car one cold Vermont day speaks to: “The things I can’t see right before me, when I’m dwelling in the past.”

But I’m not about to say that. MORE

Dec 5, 2014

WE ARE WHO WE ARE


I just discovered this photo of myself… evaluating some of my earliest relationship art pieces.

They say, Think back to what you were willfully consuming yourself with before age 7, and your purpose is wrapped inside that.

And probably our sanity and satisfaction is in the constant revisiting and unraveling within our adulthoods of that motivating spark pot of passion that drove our cores forward, when our realities were unencumbered by limiting thoughts about what’s responsible; when our beliefs were still soft and open to becoming 10,000 differently shaped loaves off of the mother yeast we knew ourselves to be within…

So I’m glad to have left my beliefs pliable. When I can knead them easily, they are my best art material. And my needs, they become something altogether surprising.

So let’s be 7 again. Or 6 or 5 or 2, for the weekend. And take note of what we end up doing. Because it’s easier done, than said, I promise. And we have the freedom to do it… from now on. MORE

Oct 24, 2014

WHEN YOU’RE 19 WITH YOUR GRIEF


Here’s a little self-portrait / photogram composite and part of a larger installation I made at 19, the final of my darkroom class. I had taken my partially broken 35mm Canon to my favorite little cemetery, a tiny fenced in plot holding the 19th century remains of the Chamberlain family in East Albany, VT; I grew up on that family’s hill. I always felt comfortable there among the graves somehow, like their inhabitants could offer me some understanding from the depths of their silence over the heartbreak and health plagues that sought some comfort in trips home from college.

Grief burns no less at 19 than at later points in life. But at 19 MORE

Jul 8, 2012

DARKROOM BRAIN


A photogram of sorts.

Jul 8, 2012

GHOSTS OF CHLORIDE


An experiment in the darkroom.

Jul 5, 2012

IT’S A HARD KNOCK ____


Battling myself in charcoal and chalk pastel.

Jul 5, 2012

CAPRICORN


A charcoal and gouache self-portrait, made during a harder time.

Jul 5, 2012

STUDY FOR ‘CAPRICORN’


A charcoal and gouache sketch.

Jul 5, 2012

SENSUAL SERIOUSNESS


A mixed media self-portrait.

Jun 28, 2012

STOLEN NUDE


An oil painting of a seated nude I made in college that was stolen from my Bronx studio several years ago.

Jun 28, 2012

EXPERIMENTS IN LEATHER


I had the great fortune of studying with renowned leather mask maker and Commedia dell’arte street performer Renzo Sindoca, in his studio outside of Venice, for six months. Playing with clay, I would take my fired figural forms and apply Renzo’s leather mask making techniques to them… Stretching the forms with kneaded, raw, wet leather and hand-molding the leather to the ceramic forms using hardwood instruments, as the leather dried, over the course of days. Here featured is a handbag I made from one of my clay ladies, featuring an elongated neck that wraps around the side of the bag. Click MORE to see the process. MORE

Jun 20, 2012

MAID IN THE HEAT


Photogram of a servant doll in a twist of exhaustion.

May 10, 2012

COLLEGE NUDE


One of my figure paintings from a class taught by Tim Harney, a forever mentor.

Mar 15, 2012

COLLEGE CAGE

Bird Cage Photogram

A photogram I made in the darkroom in college, using a dollhouse miniature bird cage.