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For the months of July, August and September, my Public Art Exhibit that initiated this blog is on display at 331 Galleries and Studios at 311 W. Martin Street in d/t Raleigh. During this time, I, as an artist, will freely create art through the experiences and discoveries found in the creation of “One Year and Ninety-One Days”. 

Please stop by to visit and experience the power of perseverance and good will. I look forward to meeting you!

311 West Martin Street Galleries and Studios, Raleigh, NC 
Open Tues. thru Sat. 11am to 6pm 
*First Fridays of each month, we are open until 9pm 

ph: 919-821-2262

After what was a very productive day and as usual not enough time to get it all done, I am flustered at what I recently read regarding the artwork at the Scrapel Hill Art Exhibit. I guess I am feeling so affected because I did put my heart and soul into my entry and was feeling pretty good about it. In fact, I still feel good about it. In fact, I am sure all of the artists are proud of their creations. I may not like every work for all the same reasons, but I do find a worthwhile quality in every piece and encourage everyone to go and see it for yourself. 

Here is the link to the one persons mind:
http://trianglearts.blogspot.com/2009/04/scrapel-hill-art-show-in-univerity-mall.html

Here is the link to the Scrapel Hill website where you can find information about the artists and the story behind their work: 
http://www.scrapelhillart.com

Here is the link to get directions to the exhibit. Then you can determine for yourself, with your own mind, what art is good for you and what you will leave alone for others to enjoy: 
http://www.universitymallnc.com

Yes, I will be in Chapel Hill at University Mall on Friday, May 8 from 6 until 9pm. I will be happy to talk to you about my exhibit One Year and Ninety-One Days, ninetyonedays.net, Scrapel Hill Art Contest and Exhibit, or just art in general. 

University Mall management has just announced that the art galleries are hosting 2nd Friday ArtWalk will add to the evenings activities a strolling musician, wine tastings from Benjamin Vineyards & Winery and complimentary flowers for the ladies.

Hmmm, come one come all! Like art, conversation gets more interesting after a glass or two of wine 😉

Later…

After what was a very productive day and as usual not enough time to get it all done, I am flustered at what I recently read regarding the artwork at the Scrapel Hill Art Exhibit. I guess I am feeling so affected because I did put my heart and soul into my entry and was feeling pretty good about it. In fact, I still feel good about it. In fact, I am sure all of the artists are proud of their creations. I may not like every work for all the same reasons, but I do find a worthwhile quality in every piece and encourage everyone to go and see it for yourself. 

Here is the link to the one persons mind: http://trianglearts.blogspot.com/2009/04/scrapel-hill-art-show-in-univerity-mall.html

Here is the link to the Scrapel Hill website where you can find information about the artists and the story behind their work: http://www.scrapelhillart.com

Here is the link to get directions to the exhibit. Then you can determine for yourself, with your own mind, what art is good for you and what you will leave alone for others to enjoy: http://www.universitymallnc.com

Thursday nights Celebratory Gala provided much more than the normal conversation and now that I have had some time to reflect, I am ready to post.

From the very beginning, I walked in to see my work had disappeared…sort of. Someone had come in and suggested a revised arrangement of many of the displays to provide better viewing and a more walkable layout. Hence the relocation of the artwork. 

As my initial shock settled, my state of mind quickly rose to concern and unsettling fear. My project, One Year and Ninety-One Days, although seemingly  simple, is really quite complex. I found the new location and as I got closer, something was clearly not right. Turns out, someone had disassembled my piece to move it and it was never the same. My friends and I spent a good while tweaking it, and began to head to the party… Alas, does anyone else out there follow their intuition? 

Well, it was hitting me in the gut at that moment. My display looked “almost right” but not quite perfect. I was walking one step forward and looking two steps back. Finally, I turned around and, again with help from my friends, we were able to get it to the point with which I could be happy. Then I was ready to move on. 

I write this hoping that everyone will come to  understand the the level of respect that this and every art exhibit should project and demand. I was shocked when they moved my exhibit–the installation of artwork is just as important as the act of creating it. This has always been true with my artwork but even more so with this piece. Artists are professionals and should be treated as such whether the artwork is created with 24K gold embellished with diamonds or junk materials that would otherwise be disposed of in the landfill. The materials used, the emotional energy conveyed and the years of experiences behind the artist is what makes a piece so individual and special. This is no more true than in this exhibit. Imagine the challenge presented to an artist to take junk and scrap and trash and create something beautiful.

That being said, the Scrapel Hill Art Contest and Exhibit should be visited not once but several timed over the few months. Every one of the 15 sculptures is worthy of your vote. Vote for your favorite by going to the registration table near the center of the mall. The Scrapel Hill Art Contest and Exhibit is on display at University Mall in Chapel Hill through June 30, 2009. http://www.scrapelhillart.com

Tonight’s event is an opening gala. Donations are $25. Food and beverages fro the Opening Gala is provided by Spice Street Restaurant. Gilbert Neal is the musician to entertain you and there will be a dance performance by Joy Williams, who danced with the Chuck Taylor Company.  

Votes for the artwork are made by donating $1 per vote.  The proceeds of the votes will be divided between the chamber’s sustainability effort, Green Plus, and to The ArtsCenter to fund a scholarship to an economically challenged child.  We believe those two non-profits are a good fit for Scrapel Hill Art Contest and Exhibition.  Proceeds from the $25 donations for guests will be divided between Green Plus and The ArtsCenter.

Please come and support this environmental and creative arts exhibit. I hope to see you there!

The Scrapel Hill Art Exhibit and Contest will continue through the end of June, at which time the winners will be announced. Please try to visit during that time and vote for your favorite artist and artwork. 


So, I think I explained the meaning behind the sides of my exhibit in past posts. But with the Gala event coming up tomorrow evening, I want to reiterate that this exhibit has been a significant healing process for me. The blog was meant to help me face the past and move forward and inspire others to do the same. With that said, I am learning so much more and I encourage you to come see all of the inspiring creations on exhibit at University Mall in Chapel Hill through June 30.

Here, I will only discuss my exhibit, appropriately titled One Year and Ninety-One Days. On one hand, I could say there is more thought in that project than any other of my career. And on the other hand, I could say that everything just fell into place. My design began as a very complex and detailed form that would have required me to revisit my math and geometry skills more than I really wanted. As time moved on through the holidays and into a new year, I woke very early one morning with an entirely new concept. Well, I guess not entirely new. I was still using many of the same materials, just arranging them in a different way. It was a clear answer that had me rethinking the overall structure.

I started asking myself the same questions over and over. This new idea may give a cleaner design that would stand the test of time, but would it convey the entire story? Do I need to tell the the entire story? Would people even care? Do I care? 

Then there was the issue of narrating an otherwise ugly story but  creating a sense of place for the viewer. Given my state of mind, I wrestled with the idea of truly dealing with the past. I was in a good place now and I wanted to incorporate that as well. Create a happy ending. A structure that evokes serenity. I wanted the viewer to become a part of the journey as I look forward to a new chapter. 

So, let me try to explain the exhibit:

Although all sides and planes relate, each gives a different view. Every angle has a stark reference to a period in my life and yet, if I were not trying to tell such a story, I am not sure I could have chosen such a beautiful blend of raw materials. The steel chainlink against the raw twisted tree roots. All at once the two opposing materials seem to work together. The manmade steel holds the door closed while a completely organic and natural formation holds the door up. What does this mean to the artist?

The ladder painted stark white and scribbled with drawings reminiscent of childhood dreams and casual freedoms. Why is it painted white and why does some of the original paint show through at the bottom? Why only the bottom? Why is the writing on the ladder written in pencil while most other writing is either computer generated or written in ink such as the thumbprint on the front and the transcribed words within?

Then there is the 2×4 that seems to be the only surface to not have endured any form of written legacy–why?

All in all, One Year and Ninety-One Days begs the question:

Does art imitate life or does life imitate art?

I hope to se you at tomorrow’s Gala event. Go to http://www.scrapelhillart.com for more info

Last night I attended the Scrapel Hill Art Exhibit and Contest at University Mall in Chapel Hill, NC. What a great inspiration for everyone. Who knew plastic bags could become so furry? The polar bears look like they are straight from Alaska, but no, turns out it is more likely Walmart. Then there is the formed rebar and twisted metal ropes that begs you to look deep within to find its true form. Such a fine balance between the masculine and feminine psyche.

As you stroll the corridors of the mall to decide which piece gets your vote, take some time to look and think about each project and the artist. What might have inspired such a piece? Was it a spontaneous one time design, or has the artist been honing their craft for years?  What instruments did they use to develop such an exhibit? Where did they find their stuff? Maybe better yet (and a question I asked myself), where do they store this stuff? Is it always on hand for them? Well, best to let some questions go unanswered and just enjoy the art and the artist for what they present to the world. 

To me, the underlying message is a reminder to how we live our lives as consumers of the very material things in life, only to discard them when no longer needed. Lets challenge our creative selves to find another way to use these items or recreate a use for them. Can it now be used as a vase or vessel for other objects? Can it be combined into a to take on new life as an artwork to be admired for many more years? Maybe set everything aside and donate your scraps to other agencies or artists who can put it to good use. 

Hope you enjoyed the exhibit last night if you went. If not, please get out to University Mall in Chapel Hill, NC and cast your vote(s) for your favorite creation(s). 

***There will be a celebratory gala, open to the public, on April 23, 6 until 8, at the University Mall Special Event Centre.  Donations for the gala are $25 and attendees will enjoy hors d’oeuvres and entertainment as they meet the artists and the mall retailers.  Proceeds from the votes and gala tickets will benefit The ArtsCenter and the Chamber’s Sustainability Foundation’s green initiative. Hope to see you there!

 It was mid August. Things were going good as my daughter was now in school with a brand new outlook. I no longer had a job which, if that doesn’t give you a new outlook on life, I’m not sure what will! I started networking like crazy and volunteering in my community using the marketing and creative skills I know best. I trusted my own intuition and had faith that the answers I needed would come when the time was right. I just need to be patient. 

Late September came and, although we were getting answers, it became a very slippery slope. My daughter woke one morning in early October to the devastating news that a close friend was killed in a car accident the night before. While I could never fully comprehend everything she felt, all I could see was the stress beating her down. Every day was a new day and we took one step at a time. 

Two weeks later, a call from the police dept informed me they had a suspect in mind. The name did not ring a bell, but they said to call if I thought of anything. My daughter and I went out to dinner to “chill”. While driving home she got a text message that a friend of hers was in jail. We got home and I googled the kids name to find out more. This and additional texts revealed more disturbing information. Before I knew what was happening, I was more on edge than ever. 

The suspect of my breaking and entering case was involved in an armed robbery and murder and was now on the run. The two teenage boys, also involved, were in jail. For days I feared where this person was, would he come back, why did he do it, why my house, were the kids involved in our case too?

At least it seemed things might be coming to a close. The person was caught shortly after and facts were coming together. Although the case has not been closed and the person has not been officially charged, I feel as though the worst may be over. It was an unfortunate chain of events and I have since moved on.

I feel we can learn a lot if only we look hard enough at everything that life presents. It was certainly a tough life lesson for my daughter, one that no teenager should have to endure. And a trying time for me as well. I learned that I must pay attention to everything around me. Some things I can change. Yet so many other things I cannot. I might just need to accept it and move on….

Ha Ha! Starting out saying I am going to explain my back side sounds kinda funny, don’t ya think?

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But seriously, the back side is an integral part of my exhibit. It balances the front and creates the overall beauty of the whole. But, we cannot go there yet. 

why1If you follow the exhibit as it tells its story, you will read along the bottom base that the chaos and drama continued well into the summer. The climax this time was a second 911 call in response to what appeared, to my daughter who was inside,  to be a second break-in. This turned out to be a major miscommunication and was taken care of, none-the-less raising awareness and heightening our fear once again. I struggled with the simplest of decisions. I did not want to be home alone and I did not want to let my daughter out of my sight. In order to get through it all, I threw myself into work and other projects to keep me busy. Little did I realize how painful everything was for both of us. About a month later, a confrontation had us both hitting the breaking point and it is then that I realized the toll it was taking on my life. I had no choice but to rise above. 

That same week, I approached my boss and asked for a weeks vacation prior to the start of the school year. I just need some time for my daughter and I to get away for a while. Just a week. I was denied the requested vacation leave and the same week received a written warning. Despite my greatest attempts to stay, I left my place of employment and ended the struggle of keeping up with work and what is best for my family. 

I have to say, this seemed to be the start to my sense of optimism and feeling powerful once again. While I recall feeling numb riding the bus home that day, for that 45 minute ride, I had a sense of calmness about me that I had not felt in several months. From March 28 through mid August, I was constantly watching my back and feeling as if I was the prisoner. At home and at work.

It felt good to breathe freely again…