Another section of our living room for this month’s Art Domestic post.
We received these paintings from Geoff Pratt years ago, though my husband had the “mask” much longer than that. When I met R, it hung above his bathroom door. He had pieces of Geoff’s work in various places throughout his apartment “because otherwise Geoff will destroy them”. Geoff complained about them whenever he came over, claiming he’d replace old pieces with new ones if we’d just get rid of them.
When he moved to Portland, he offered to let us pick through a stack of framed paintings, which we did very appreciatively and enthusiastically.
On the adjacent wall, more of Geoff’s paintings with one of his brother Ira’s small sculptures and a card from a friend’s trip to Thailand stand amongst the paintings. Unfortunately, the sculpture is disintegrating despite our very careful effort to prevent any damage. Ira gave it to us shortly after his BFA show, before he moved to Portland.
When I first noticed that the sculpture was coming apart, I was tempted to coat it in something and put it in a box, like an enclosed diorama, but the attempt at preservation would change the work drastically. I decided to let it continue to be what it is. I’m planning to keep it until it completely falls apart.
That was one of my top searches leading to this blog the other day. I’m glad that the Internetz recognizes the true nature of my blog. Or my existence, really.
This is our Christmas card for this year. It’s especially amusing if you have met my cats. Spartacus swallows things into her stomach all the time — diamonds, maps to secret islands underwater, Husband’s socks, etc. — so it’s only a matter of time before she manages this feat.
I sent an exhibition proposal for December or later, but there was an opening in October, so despite not having the work done yet I decided to take it.
The show will be called Inheritance and it addresses the conflicts and ethics of various animal rights issues, such as factory farming and animal testing by the cosmetics industry. It combines drawing, painting, and installation. The original proposal needed to be simplified a bit for the sake of time and money, but the changes actually seem to work better (at least in my mind) than before. They’re a bit more dynamic. I’m really excited and nervous about it.
The local animal rights group might help me with the food at the reception. Fingers crossed. It’d be really great if the reception could be the combined effort of many individuals, especially on the local level. The reception will be entirely vegan, although I’ve heard that some people only go to art shows for cheese. Hm.
The past week and a half has been almost continually about collecting images: faces, bruises, skin irritation, nude females, mastitis, etc. My cats really like to be in the reference photos. Maybe I should just paint my cats. A whole show dedicated to my future as a cat lady.
(By the way, the two “poses” above are not going to be included. I just thought they were good representations of my cats’ individual style for getting in the way. Because I know how much you care about my darling cats.)