Three Generational Experiment
I'm home now a week after a residency week at the Sou'wester Lodge in Seaview, Washington for their Arts Week.
My proposal was to utilize the cabin bay attached to our lodging to create a blank canvas for my children to play in. I brought along paints, and home made salted play dough, fabric, a sewing machine, a metal detector, and instruments to play. My son got a new polaroid camera for Christmas, so I bought him a few new film cartridges.
I also endeavored to cook some recipes from our Warwick Family cookbook, one that I had not been through much before this proposal. I have been working on a family cookbook as a legacy for my children, so it's been important to include some familial history. To that end, we included my mother in our journey as a third generation, personally connected more to each prior author of recipes.
As we sit at home now I am thankful not for our quarantine, but for the planning for many more projects than we were ever able to accomplish.
We learned to do a rudimentary stitch while watching Alexander Calder's Circus
And painted together on a new easel made from a standard cheap one without the extended pieces and a spice rack for water holder
Over the last few years I have taken time to try and discover a thread in my life as a conduit for my work, seeking to know how biographical changes can affect my material choices and point of view
A major ingredient of this latest exploration has been to include food, and to see its relationship to my work from nearly the beginning
My senior thesis was a party catered with food that I chose, candies from local shops, and each opening since has had me the hosting disparate people, sharing food of interest to me at the time, and now I see the focus turning to gatherings, the sharing of a table, and the vanitas setting of the aftermath. As part of our open studio visitation we made an orange-infused cotton candy with a chocolate and espresso double pavlova
The vanitas scene drew me for its focus on mortality, the end of a celebration exemplified in the leftovers. Parenthood has amplified my awareness and inner turmoil around death, so exploring the vanitas in photography is most of interest to me
My proposal was to utilize the cabin bay attached to our lodging to create a blank canvas for my children to play in. I brought along paints, and home made salted play dough, fabric, a sewing machine, a metal detector, and instruments to play. My son got a new polaroid camera for Christmas, so I bought him a few new film cartridges.
As we sit at home now I am thankful not for our quarantine, but for the planning for many more projects than we were ever able to accomplish.
We learned to do a rudimentary stitch while watching Alexander Calder's Circus
And painted together on a new easel made from a standard cheap one without the extended pieces and a spice rack for water holder
Over the last few years I have taken time to try and discover a thread in my life as a conduit for my work, seeking to know how biographical changes can affect my material choices and point of view
A major ingredient of this latest exploration has been to include food, and to see its relationship to my work from nearly the beginning
My senior thesis was a party catered with food that I chose, candies from local shops, and each opening since has had me the hosting disparate people, sharing food of interest to me at the time, and now I see the focus turning to gatherings, the sharing of a table, and the vanitas setting of the aftermath. As part of our open studio visitation we made an orange-infused cotton candy with a chocolate and espresso double pavlova
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