Monday, February 23, 2009
sticks and stones
Thursday, February 19, 2009
the wives

wall art, open frame-mounted sterling silver with hinged links (Anne Boleyn)
wall art, open frame-mounted sterling silver locket with needle point inside/silk thread (Jane Seymour)
wall art, open frame-mounted sterling silver with kuembo interior: 22 karat gold leaf fused onto sterling silver (Anne of Cleves)
wall art, open frame-mounted sterling silver locket and rose bush clipping (Catherine Howard)
wall art, open frame-mounted sterling silver and paper (Catherine Parr)
Thursday, February 12, 2009
sanguine yearning
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
clotting

Friday, January 16, 2009
comfort in affinity
There were prints, assemblage, sculpture, drawings, and paintings. The smallest work in the show caught my eye. While I am quite familiar with much of Betty Goodwin's work, I hadn't encountered this piece before. It was a small plexiglass box with the skeleton of a small bird attached by wire to a metal plate and a handful of long black hair coiled like a nest beneath it. The bird's skeleton was mostly exposed with some evidence of dried flesh. It was exquisite. Typical of Betty Goodwin's work, it was stark yet tenderly vulnerable.
I was drawn to the tiny pearlescent feet of the bird and was immediately taken back a few months ago to a bird that flew into our window and did not survive. At that time, I was moved by the fragile beauty of this dead bird and I photographed it. Revisiting these photos, triggered by and connected to the piece I viewed yesterday, and experienced in the state of melancholy that I have been inhabiting lately, gives me great comfort. I share some of those photos with you now and perhaps the emotion which accompanies them.


Sunday, January 11, 2009
betty goodwin 1923 - 2008
Betty Goodwin, Passing Through (Nerves Series), 1994
Betty Goodwin, Black Arms, 1985Here is an excerpt from a Maclean's article from 1998 which makes an excellent start in describing her work: Betty Goodwin draws on the skin of things. She makes art with flattened shrouds of disembodied clothes, old vests pressed into paper like dried flowers. She stitches scars onto a black tarpaulin that hangs folded, with ropes dangling, like a stage curtain. She works dark bruises into paper and Mylar. And in her body of work, the body is always making itself felt, as a vessel of memory, the flesh smudged by love or torture. She draws swimmers who may or may not be drowning. Bodies that could be floating or falling. Bones, nerves, phantom limbs illuminated by pain. But behind the dull ache and discreet terror, there is a resilient beauty. And an openness. Her work resonates with echoes of the work being done and undone - the shuddering rhythm of countless erasures, and the presence of penciled figures left unerased from early drafts, like pictographs from past lives.
Friday, December 26, 2008
Thursday, December 25, 2008
merry christmas!

Merry Christmas dear bloggers! My gift to you is my great-grandmother Bauman's shortbread recipe. It's never Christmas without them! Here it is: 1/2 cup brown sugar + 3/4 cup butter + 2 cups flour. Roll out cookie dough and cut into shapes and then bake 15 minutes at 300F. May everyone have a peaceful and joyful day!





































