I too am excited to be collaborating with Marcy. Illustrating some poetic lines is something I’ve been thinking about doing for awhile. Enjoy, and more to come!
And check out her blog too. Always illuminating.
It is a beautiful autumn day here in Montclair, NJ. 43 Degrees now going up to 70. I usually get sort of sad around the Jewish Holidays and this year is no exception. I miss my family, they are all gone. I don’t go to services and often wish I had more faith. Anyway, this is a quote from somewhere in the Old Testament which I am going to repeat to myself as a mantra for the next period of time (until Yom Kippur).
I am quite unsure whether this is any good. I may have pushed it too much and made the whole painting very confusing. There are parts that I like and others not so much. I may even wind up cutting it up and making something different out of it. Still, it’s progress that I worked on something for a few days. The concept was of using the print I made on the iPad, copying it and then attempting a sort of crazy quilt (hence the stitches seen on the surface. Feedback truly welcomed.
Collage made of the print I made on the color copier. I don’t think this is done yet but haven’t posted anything so I thought I’d put this up. Don’t really know where this came from. The ethernet, I guess.
Some artists overwhelm you with their color and form. Some make you think. Even at her most beautiful, Nancy Spero is political. She bears witness.
When she and her family returned to the United States from Paris in 1964, Spero was angry. She felt marginalized as a woman and figurative artist in the abstract expressionist art world. Her arthritis was making it increasingly difficult to paint. She needed to “balance” her art and the needs of a husband and three children. And the United States was mired in Vietnam.
Spero abandoned the grandness and epic aims of oil painting and began to work intimately with ordinary materials: paper, pencil, pen and ink, collage , gouache. “The War Series” was an early result.
Are Spero’s images uncomfortable? Yes, and they are meant to be. No matter your beliefs, if you lived in the United States in the 1960’s, you could not escape the war.
These works are reflective, suggestive, and inspirational to me. My collage “Our Flag Was Still There” (above) was directly formed by Spero’s “War Series” work.
Her impassioned distress encompassed all armed conflict.
Her work forms the backbone of my collage “All Blood is Red” as well.
Visiting the Vietnam Memorial in Washington DC for the first time a few years ago was a very intense experience; you could see it reflected on everyone’s faces. It remains an unfinished piece of our lives.
“There is no glory in battle worth the blood it costs.”
–General Dwight D. Eisenhower
With a 10 foot wingspan, condors are among the largest flying animals on earth. Scavengers, they are often poisoned by eating dead carcasses killed by humans. They are also threatened by habitat loss and hunting. Only a few thousand survive in the Andean region of South America.
Condors have been revered for centuries and have been represented in Andean art since 2500 BC. The national bird or symbol for many South American countries, they are believed to be immortal, like the phoenix rising from symbolic death to live again. The condor is also associated with the sun deity, and acts as a messenger to the gods. Because they are thought to have special healing powers, condors are often killed for their bones and organs. Live birds are also used in religious ceremonies.
Some think the shape of Machu Picchu as seen from the sky resembles a flying condor.