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Green Springs Forth!

Posted on March 22, 2012 by CatRutgers4Art

And what a lovely thing this is. Being curious to know exactly what the vernal equinox is, I find it quickly in that handiest of sources, Answers.com, this one by Greg Scott:

“As the earth revolves around the sun there are two moments (not whole days) of the year when the sun is exactly above the equator. At these times neither pole tilts toward the sun. These moments are called ‘equinoxes’. One occurs in March as the northern hemisphere starts to tilt toward the sun. In the north, that equinox is called the ‘vernal, or spring equinox’, the beginning of spring.”

Tilting toward the sun. Oh, yes.

Posted in Snapped | Tagged favorite photos, green, Spring | 2 Comments

Sea of Joy

Posted on February 21, 2012 by CatRutgers4Art

The next post is going to be intense. It’s the opening round of the thesis conclusion, from the razor’s edge to the power of the circle. It usually takes about a week to work on the text and create new images for each post. No. 63 will take a bit longer.

Meanwhile, I’m seeking respite in a carnation transformed. The original scan is from 2005. The actual flower was green. Not the dyed kind, but the astonishing kind you see naturally in zinnias or luna moths. She and I have been partners in multiple variations, including a few valentines, of course. Float on, little flower, float on.

Posted in Revelations | Tagged carnation, digital art, sea of joy | 2 Comments

A Valentine for Everyone

Posted on February 14, 2012 by CatRutgers4Art

Why do love messages get so gloomy? They say, “True love never dies.” But it does, a million times! It swoops and soars, dips, wavers, curls up like it’s asleep, and pops back out smiling.

It’s an experiment. Changeable, shifting, and charged. It’s at once temperamental and rock solid. In other words, true love is alive.

Tbyrd once said that my art is “retro from the future.” And it’s true, I want to dredge into the past, scoop up the best things, and skip on into a more delicious future. Bringing everyone along with me, of course.

When you were very young, did you celebrate a collective Valentine’s Day in school? In second grade, third grade, around the single-digit years, we each brought cards for every kid in the class. That’s one thing I’d like to bring back: a valentine for everyone.

So, while I don’t have cute little cards, sporting “be mine,” tucked into tiny envelopes – or even those vaguely heart-shaped, chalky-tasting candies that actually do appear to have a permanent shelf life – here are seven variations. Happy Valentines, to all the loves in our lives. Rock on with one sock on!

Posted in Revelations | Tagged bliss, retro from the future, valentine | 3 Comments

Random Image

Posted on January 26, 2012 by CatRutgers4Art

Filling a lacuna till there’s time for the new Untitled piece, simmering away (somewhat anxiously). The full-size makes a deep and soothing background screen.
Enjoy and see you soon!

Posted in Revelations | Tagged Dada, mixed media, text in visual art, vinyl LP | 1 Comment

One Love

Posted on January 14, 2012 by CatRutgers4Art

It started with a snapshot of deep-orange-red lilies. Flipping to the negative really set it off. Simultaneously, I have been breaking on the waves of inventory.

Part one: Born in the ’50s and now in mine. I want, not merely to make my thoughts clear to another, but to surrender to him at the same time my whole soul, and to influence his sensuous powers as well as his intellectual. Is growing up still wacky?

I am writing about painting produced in what may be the last decades of a society dominated by the visual sense. I spend most of my day experiencing pictures. Like an underdeveloped country, smell has been ignored.

They talk endlessly of the creativity that comes from love. Over and over the pain hits me, the manic frustrated energy hits me.

I regret not having done it myself. Edible objects are prolific in Surrealist works. I have written from inside the literature of Dada and Surrealism. It is often impossible to classify an object as strictly Dadaist or Surrealist. An orange and an apple walked into my head and took opposing sides in the arena.

Was the intellectual chess player father of the body-mutilation school? I can refine my own writing by examining the effects of sex-exclusive language. Whereas Surrealism evokes the eternal nightmare sleep, Dada is blankness wide awake, the machine eye open.

One image. Eight variations. Wave on.