Chasing the whale...

Well, took me a little longer than I thought to get back to this. And so it goes.

There's an exhibit opening this friday: "Chasing the Whale in Northern Kentucky: Local Artists Respond to Moby-Dick." The show runs August 14 through October 9, 2009 at Gallerie Zaum in Newport, Kentucky. I have three pieces on display, and I am awfully proud of them all. If you feel like swinging by the opening is from 6pm til 9pm and my old professor Dr. Wallace, the curator of this fine exhibit, will be giving a lecture.

Meet Yojo, he'll be one of the pieces on display. An excerpt from my artist's statement:

My final piece in this exhibit is Yojo. When I am not driving my son to soccer practice or assisting my daughter with a potty emergency, I am working as a plush artist. I always wanted to be a mother, but after a few years of being a full time parent I realized my creative juices had all but dried up. I was losing focus of who I was as an individual amidst the all-consuming responsibilities of rearing these two small individuals. But then I taught myself to sew. I have never felt so happy or at home in an art medium as I do with fabric, its fluidity has such sculptural qualities. This little talisman, in his way, represents this art that I worship and sacrifice towards, all in order to bring my ideas into this physical world.

I feel a little brain dead this morning, and I think after more coffee and a quick labotomy I'll be right as rain. I'll post pics of the other two pieces sometime this week. Now for that coffee...

Nice to meet you, thanks for coming.

My new year's resolution, one of them anyway, was to get off my arse and finally start a blog. Everyone, their brother, and their dog is writing a blog, so I'm a little late to the party, but better late than never, right? So, to all you invisible, possibly imaginary readers out there, welcome to the insight into the slightly off brain of yours truly. Bare with me, it's bound to be a little rough at first as I poke things with sticks to see how they work, and find my voice which is a little rusty with lack of use.

I'll start by posting my artist's statement for a show I'm a part of. Actually, I'm going to list it a little later today after I feed the kids their lunch. Here's the thing with kids - they require feeding THREE TIMES A DAY. Outrageous! High maintenance, these kids.

So, where was I? Oh, right. The show. I'm in an exhibition of artists responding to the novel Moby-Dick by Herman Melville. I have three pieces in the show, and I was asked to write an artist's statement and have it in by today. Know when I started the piece? This morning. But it's not too shabby, if I do say so myself, and I'd like to share it with you. But first, feeding time.