These Art Instressions were done prior to reading the catalog essays or otherwise investigating the intentions/observations of the artists or the curator. This is what I recommend! Take time to have your own internal response to an art work, then find out what others have to say to enrich your experience.
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| Sharon Butler, Brightly Colored Separates 2, 2009 |
Is there such a thing as flat three-dimensional space? Can the painted geometry of lines at right and acute angles on canvas bring you in and keep you out at the same time? The green place is bound, it seems, by a sea of not-white and beyond that, color. Suggesting possibility, options. It's like the choice is clear: order or progress. And all very much determined by the work of our own hands. Every brush stroke is visible. There are places where an excess of paint rises and glides a short way along the canvas. Other places the strokes seem to be saying: here, here, here, here and here.
But where, exactly?
Even some of the lines are lost. Blue ones coming through as ghostly reflections of what they once were before they got painted over. Narrow ones on the green that are mostly gray, but there is white too and red and blues. What makes up a line? What makes up a space? What is significant about the places where edges meet? That's a different kind of line. Where the edges meet there is a transition. Sometime certain and crisp. Other times blurring, almost bleeding. Can't let go. But back to the center where things are progressing...
There is no path.
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| Joy Curtis, process work |
Self as Project Space/Process
Trying to piece it together. Trying to hold it together. Wherever I go, there I am. Still broken in places, but mended. Mostly... When you look you only see yourself anyway. Except there are places where I am totally transparent.
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| Cathy Nan Quinlan, [Title?] |
Hope Floats
A pencil and painted lines. Straight across and crossing. Meeting together so lightly and gently, yet creating something strong and substantial. Especially from a distance. The box is sure. The basket with eggs, equally so. It exists so matter of factly, yet it's barely there. By that I mean, the eggs and basket and box are not fully drawn...they are suggested. Does hope require much more? Just a suggestion. Just a seed. In a basket. Atop a box.
