It’s all been rather busy since I graduated. And, as the saying goes, time flies when you’re having fun 😉
So, what have I been up to?
Well, there was New Designers of course, which was an amazing (if frenetic) experience). You can read all about it on Pinso 😉
I’ve also been working on developing my Body of Work series using different media. Here are some examples of my work in progress brooches, based on abstractions of surgical incisions.
A series of surreal watercolour portraiture by Danny Quirk where the subject is revealing underlying anatomical structures by means of self dissection.
To find out more about Danny’s incredible work, please visit his website.
Art critic Arthur Danto said of Woodman’s photographs, “It is impossible to view her work without being drawn into the vast questions it raises about life, art and the meaning and embodiment of sex…. Her work unfolds over time like the oeuvre of a brilliant and precocious poet, like Keats or Rimbaud, whose voice is present in every line.”
Woodman, who committed suicide in 1981 at age 22, is considered a rare exception. Posthumous recognition of her work has been remarkable considering only a quarter of the approximately 800 images she produced—many of them self-portraits—have ever been seen by the public.
I’ve started a “The impossible is always possible” board on Pinterest. I was looking for some more images when I came across Grandma Prisbrey’s Bottle Village . WHICH IS AMAZING!
It was built by Tressa Prisbrey (better known as Grandma Prisbrey) alone, and the construction spanned 25 years.
Tressa Prisbrey began construction of the Bottle Village in 1956. Initially, her goal was to build a structure to house her 17,000-piece pencil collection…. (my kind of lady 😉 ). She collected discarded beer bottles from her alcoholic husband and pieced them together, one by one, to make the first building. But that was only the beginning. Eventually, her creations grew to include 13 full-size structures, an impressive mosaic walkway, and several shrines and wishing wells. Grandma Prisbrey’s sculptures were made from found and discarded objects, mostly collected on her daily trips to the local dump.
From the early days of the Bottle Village until she was forced to leave the site due to ill health in 1982, Grandma Prisbrey gave walking tours of the buildings and sculptures. From the huge Round House to the Rumpus Room to Cleopatra’s Bedroom, the tours would always end in the meditation room with Grandma Prisbrey playing piano songs for her guests.
It’s a magical place, made all the more impressive when you remember that it was all built by one woman. Sadly, Bottle Village was badly damaged in an earthquake in 1994. Caretakers are still trying to raise the funds necessary to restore the site.
While Grandma Prisbrey didn’t think of herself as an artist, she did some extremely remarkable things. She was recycling and upcycling before those words were even in use. She led a difficult life, yet managed to find joy and beauty in the things that most of us simply throw away without a second thought.
With thanks to www.webecoist.momastic.com for text and images.