I am so happy to announce that my work is now showing in the Attic Gallery in Camas Washington. When I was first making art fulltime in Portland, Attic Gallery was one of my favorite galleries. At that time, the gallery area of downtown Portland was on the SW side of Burnside. Being a young artist, I would admire the practiced skill of their long established artists.
The Attic Gallery began in the attic of Diana Faville's home. At that time, there were only three other fine art galleries in Portland. In 1984, the Attic Gallery opened its downtown location on First Avenue, one block west of the waterfront and continued to represent some of the best local and regional artists in that location for the next 30 years. In October of 2015 their building was sold. Attic Gallery found a new home in Camas, Washington in the beautiful historic downtown area, now home to three galleries and an assortment of wonderful shops and restaurants
In a way having my art in the Attic Gallery makes a like full circle for me. Now I am one of those practiced artists. 'Practice', as I have learned, makes the difference in art and in music and in mindfulness and any other pursuit that is worthy of the precious time that we have here on this planet. Please come visit the gallery whose practiced years of representing and honoring art is so very apparent.
Blogs and social media seem to be low on my list of priorities as I move through my day but lately I have been thinking that I want to talk to those of you who have found my work....tell you what's new and where my work has taken me.
It has been eleven years since I took my first piece of clay sculpture to have cast in bronze. In the years that have gone by I have shown in some amazing galleries, traveled across the Nation to shows and sold over two hundred pieces. I have seen an economy put the art market in a decline and close some of those every galleries....but I never imagined that mice would conspire against me. White salmon experienced a very hard winter this year. All creatures big and small had to endure six weeks of snow covered ground. Little did I know that mice had moved into my bronze casting molds....and the little devils are art critiques too, seeming to make a statement by chewing the faces off three of my silicon molds...THE FACES.....not something that could be easily repaired in the wax. They actually made one piece look just like Wolverine.
I do not plan to re-sculpt these pieces and will close their edition. Their days has come and gone as I have evolved as a sculptor and my work has grown....so if anyone is interested in “Rock of Ages” or “Journey Begins” there are a few available but when they are gone...... I hate those mieces to pieces ....
One of the nice things about doing art festivals is that I get spend time watching people interact with my work. I have one piece in particular...Safe Haven... that people love to stroke. The back of the piece is invitingly smooth and the story is one of trust. Its almost like they want the story to rub off a little.
After watching these interactions I decided to create a group of sculptures that fit into the palm of your hand. One is a small version of Safe Haven that is equally smooth and pet-able. One is an angel that fits into hands held in a cupping shape, like how one would scoop up a cool drink. The third has a design carved into the shawl...an intricate “worry stone”. I am gratified when people gently pick up a piece and get to know it in an “up close” way.
I did not know if I was going to create anymore sculptures for bronze. The world and my interests have changed but I just spent a weekend at an art festival and watched these small pieces do their magic and I now know there will be new ones to come.
I am very excited about my first public art placement. Midori Spring on her custom designed pedestal now graces the sitting area outside the Hood River Library. Art of Community , the brainchild of CJ Rench and Kristen Godkin, recently celebrated the installation of 15 sculptures throughout Hood River for the city’s first ever outdoor art walking tour.
I want to thank CJ Rench for making this a seamless project for me. I have always wanted to have a pubic art piece but I have yet to cast a life or larger sized sculpture. CJ helped me work out my design for the pedestal and then fabricated it for me… while organizing and installing the other 14 pieces.
In the brief time that the piece has been in place, the patinas on both the bronze and the pedestal have “seasoned” and I will be excited to see the changes during the coming year.
I made the journey East with no trouble…I didn't even get sick on the train or plane or truck or whatever it was I was in. When I got to the place I was supposed to be, a woman who told me her name is Barbara opened the box and said, "Oh you're so sweet. I'm glad you're here." Now I am standing in the hall where everyone who comes in gets a happy greeting from me. I can tell you that I feel very, very special to have this job. And Barbara pats my head each time she goes by. We haven't quite figured out a name yet, but we'll get that decided soon. Apparently it can take a while to find exactly the right one. It's not a problem. I'm not going anywhere.
A big woof and slobbery kiss to you, Ann from your four-footed friend in Brooklyn
This summer I showed at the Art in the High Desert Arts Festival in Bend Oregon. Like at many shows, I entertain myself watching people go by with their dogs. As I was watching the colorful parade of best friends I decided that I was going to do some sculptures of dogs… actually what I threatened was that I would do an entire booth with nothing but dog sculptures. So in the spirit of the” joy of dogs”, I sculpted my first dog.
This dog was a pretty happy fellow looking up in anticipation attended by a bird on his butt. The bird was pretty happy too. That dog now lives in Brooklyn New York with Barbara who came to visit my studio in White Salmon while attending a SoulCollage conference at Skamania Lodge.
And here we go. I have been meaning to write blogs for.. hummm... maybe 5 years. My most recent excuse was waiting for my son to create this wonderful website tool. Thanks Casey!
When I finally made a commitment to myself to sit down and write yesterday... I realized that I began to think of my day in blogs. I even wrote a pancake blog. Help! I hope you will enjoy reading these musings and I promise you won't have to read about the ever expanding pancake batter....