It was recently on the news that there are these vast shallow aquifers
buried deep under places in the earth that are desserts.
Ancient water that is not part of the ground water cycles
we learned about in our 6th grade earth science class.
This water sank deeper, it seeped slower through small ways
until it came to rest in stone and clay deep in the earth.
And if we find a way to drill down to it to use it…
we will need to leave 6000 years or more for it to recharge.
Can we just know it’s there ?
The water deep under ground,
and listen for the lesson in time?
This is a detail of my fiber mixed media piece that was awarded 1st place for Fiber Art at he 2014 Mn State Fair! At the end of the show it will go to a new home!!
Soil Horizon (detail)
The artists who teach out of the 3rd floor studio classrooms in The Casket Arts Carriage House are gathering on Thurs. evening to set up stations to play with art materials as a part of the NE Arts District Open Studio event held the 1st Thurs. of every month. I hope you will think about stopping by to join Deborah Foutch, Donna Webb, Kate Johnson, Karen Searle, Karen Wallach, Susan Farnham, and Doroth Mayer from 6:30 to 8:30 Thurs. evening (August 7) on the 3rd floor of Casket Arts Carriage House and have some free play time with art materials!
Painting, printing, knitting, drawing, collage, dip into mixed media
1720 Madison St NE Third Floor, Lots of free parking, air conditioned studios, chocolate and white wine, though playing with art materials should be enough…
The Water’s Edge
A place I love to stand.
I stand and remember what is happening at this edge.
Things are being held, things are being left, things are being swept on to a new place.
Rough things will be made smooth here given time.
We Stand by the Water Holding The Soil (we being the grasses and trees) is the piece I just installed on the 4th floor of the Mother Baby Hospital Unit Between Abbott And Children’s Hospital In S Minneapolis MN
Side panels are 42×28 the middle is 12 x56
I am standing by the new piece: We Stand By The Water Holding The Soil.
Crane Takes Off
Cranes are some of the oldest birds on the planet there is a fossil found in Nebraska that is 10 million years old. It is identical to the birds that currently fly through that corridor on the way to their nesting grounds in Canada and Alaska. A couple of years ago in March when I wanted to change the energy in my studio I did a series of large drawings of cranes, birds with such graceful lines that they seem to sing. It had been a longggg winter. An entry in my journal for the middle of that month was simply:” melt… melt.. melt…” So I took my roll of beautiful blue paper and taped it to the wall in as many big pieces as I could make. I got 8 out of the roll with 26 x48 as the average. Then I projected the small pencil sketches of cranes I had been composing and let the lines sing to me as I got out my oil pastels and refined the while pencil lines that became my drawings. The energy changed! How could it not? with a flock of cranes dancing on my walls. Of the Original 8 I still have three including the one posted here. If you would like to see them they will be hung at my show that Opens on March 23 at the gallery of the Plymouth Congregational Church in south Minneapolis. Come witness a little crane joy.
I am finishing my new work for the show that opens March 23 at Plymouth Congregational’s Art Gallery. In this 1st week of March of the snow packed bitter cold, summer just seems like a dream, so I am leaning into Autumn for many of my images. I did the drawing portion of these pieces after a drive through Southern MN in November before the snows. The Landscape danced with gold grasses then. I’ve layered fiber and papers on to the oil pastel drawings to engender the textures that shimmied in the gold light at the edges of autumn days.
Please Come to the preview of this work at the 1st Thurs. Open Studio Event March 5 , 5-9 pm at the Casket Arts Carriage House #303 1720 Madison street NE Minneapolis MN
Here in the deep of winter I am calling up my visual joy with the colors textures and light the Midwestern landscape deposits in my imagination and trying to translate with my chosen mediums of deconstructed fabric layered onto deeply layered and carved oil pastels on paper. I have a show that opens on March 23 and runs through April at the Art Gallery of the Plymouth Congregational Church In South Minneapolis. The organizers of the show wanted my work as a part of their Earth Day recognition I would love if my work calls up for you what this bit of a Mary Oliver poem I heard on the radio yesterday “we long to be—that happy in the heaven of earth—” . Art as a call to action to love and care for the earth I am honored to be asked.
22 years ago I went looking for artists who like me identified their mixed media figure work as “doll” We gathered together for a show in a downtown Art Gallery and had such a good experience we kept meeting and showing together for 10 years as the Urban Dollmakers.
A terrific project we did together was The Dollhouse .We were 7 artists & we picked seven themes and built 7 dollhouses. The one you see here is mine with my interpretation of the 7 themes in my seven rooms. The wonderful thing about this project was the houses were re stack-able by theme or by artist. When we exhibited them, we had two openings. 1st with the houses stacked in their themes The Mad House, The House Of Change, and so on.., each themed house having a room completed by 7 artists, then mid show we would re stack and show the 7 houses with one artist expressing all the themes. It was an excellent experience both as a process of working together and how the work was received.
Then they went into storage for many years. I dug mine out this fall to free up space and re stacked them in my studio. And something marvelous happened! A patron came forward and is funding a new life for my rooms in a public space. They are moving to the state legislature building where they will over see the offices of people working on environmental issues. 1/2 of my themes were expressed with tree and water images now they have a new way of being in the world. Hurrah!
The land I live in was once oak savannah, rolling grassland fringed with trees by the water. Here in Minnesota the water is mostly lakes and wetlands interwoven with fabled rivers: the Mississippi has it’s source here, the beautiful St Croix, the Minnesota moving it’s waters in the valley carved by the River Warren, and the lovely Root River.
As a transplanted Iowan it’s the rivers I love. How they run ribbon like through the rolling land. If you stand looking at that ribbon in the rolling land you will be standing in a place that is mostly sky.
This piece was born on a trip west of here where the land still rolls like prairie not the patch work quilt of ordered farmlands. On a break from driving I stood as amazed at the vastness of sky meeting the golden grassy land as I had stood when I was a child in tall gold grass under endless blue sky at the edges of my grandfathers corn fields.
I have found that painting fluid acrylic paint onto raw canvas with a dry brush lets the sky have depth and distance,and using silks for the lands lets the light dance as it does off plants. It begins to look like it felt to be there. I invite you to see where we stand under endless sky.
River Sky 8