Sunday, December 20, 2009

Proctor Art Gallery!

I'm super excited to be joining the amazing group of artists who are represented at the Proctor Art Gallery in Tacoma, WA! This is my first experience with a gallery, and I'm thrilled to have been given this opportunity.

The Proctor Art Gallery is a really warm, inviting, and comfortable space - it's not one of those stark white, cold galleries. The artists at the PAG are all incredibly talented and kind people, and their work covers the full spectrum of art media - glass artwork, jewelry, pottery, paintings of all kinds, etc. I'm truly honored to be joining them!

I'll be hanging my paintings in the gallery on January 5 - it's a great way to start the new year. If you're in the area, I hope you can stop by and visit! :)

Here's an article from January 2009 about the opening of the gallery: Tacoma News Tribune

Proctor Art Gallery
3811 N. 26th St.
Tacoma, WA
(253) 759-4238 98407

Friday, December 11, 2009

Into the White - SOLD

Into the White
acrylic on canvas

My computer is alive again!

For this buffalo painting, I combined my paint with a molding paste instead of acrylic gel - the molding paste has a bit of a fluffier texture to it, which I thought would lend itself well to this snowy scene. I used a toothbrush and palette knives to flick snowflakes onto the canvas (at least half of the paint flicked backwards onto me). It's a rather stark painting, but I like the image of a lone bison trudging through a blizzard. I've often felt like I've been in this same situation...simply putting one foot in front of the other on a journey into the white void, where no outcome seems certain...but still, we persevere.

Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting--
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
-Mary Oliver, from "Wild Geese"