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My Assemblage Pieces in the Hospitalito Exhibition (Show Ended Today)

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Sea Snake
Dancing with the Stars
Sin Lite
Zipped
Beach Madonna 1
Beach Madonna 2
Beach Angel
Seascape
Technology Lurks
Fashionista
Beach Dog
Creche
La Manzanillo Mixed Media
In Balance
Words Found on the Beach
Gifts of the Sea
Sea Bird
Fish and Chips
Perched
Beach Bird 3
Viewers at the Opening
Viewers at the Opening
Exhibitors (I’ll show their work tomorrow.)

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These are all assemblage pieces I did in La Manzanilla from objects found on my walks on the beach. They were exhibited in the Hospitalito as part of the San Juan Cosala festival honoring its patron saint, St. John the Baptist. The show will be taken down today, Sunday, June 25.

The Hospitalito Inaugural Art Show Tomorrow!

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Beach Virgin

Please drop by to see the Inaugural Show for the Hospitalito, just a short distance south of the San Juan Cosala plaza. The show, curated by Isidro Xilonsonchitl, will feature the work of 15 local artists.

Since the San Juan Bautista Festival will be going on, the street that leads to it is blocked off by rides and booths, so it might be best to park on the Carretera just before or after the traffic lights and walk the one block down to the show, or to approach the area from the lake side instead of the streets immediately around the plaza. The show will run for two weeks, the duration of the festival, but the Inauguration will be June 16 at 5 o’clock. In addition to the show, there will be the usual food, rides and plenty of booths to tempt your pocketbook!!!

Above and below are a few of the 26 wall pieces I’ll have in the show, as well as a few of the beach creches.They are all assemblages made from material picked up on beach walks during the time I’ve spent on various Mexican beaches.

Sin Lite
Beach Scrub
Vida del Mar
Perched
Beach creches

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ASA Show: Water

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First Place: Juan Antonio Perez Ayala, “Mi Tormenta”
Second Place: Julia Margaret Bringham, Rolling in the River
Third Place: Noel Gonzalez, “Mayo”
People’s Choice: Judy Miller
I love how this piece is hung framed by the cage elevator.
I love this fiber collage by Ana Favela

Here are some photos I took at the Ajijic Society of the Arts show. It will be hanging at the Casa del Sol Inn until June 4, Javier Mina 7 off Constitution.

Tittynope (Leftovers)

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Self-Portrait by Judy Dykstra-Brown, Mixed Media Assemblage8″X12″

Tittynope

A small bit of time left over on the windowsill of life,
I am no longer daughter, student, siren, wife.
My new definition is to simply be—
one last leaf that’s clinging to the family tree.

Not merely a copy of those who came before,
I tried to build on what they were and add a small bit more.
First coddled but then soon set free to follow my own course,
the path I took led me away from my original source.

Paper, brush and pencil—all things to amuse
led to many pastimes where life was not a ruse.
Soldering irons, glue pots and thing after thing
that wandering through market stalls and flea markets could bring.

Putting them together became a way to be,
journeying out to find them but ending up at me.
And now that I’m together, gathered into one,
I am still collecting, not sure that I am done.

 

Prompts today are coddle, copy, tittynope  (A small quantity of anything left over)   ruse, course and windowsill.

Little Altars Everywhere

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This is one of the pieces I made for a Day of the Dead show at Jesus Lopez Vega’s Gallery in Ajijic opening on November 2, 2021 on Rio Zula, one block south of the Carretera. This piece is 20 inches high and 12 inches wide. It includes a miniature I made of an actual book entitled “Noche de Muerto en Michoacan, Muestratio Portico” that is sitting on the chair. Other offerings mentioned below are on the table, along with a photo of the dear departed.

Little Altars Everywhere

There’s no pleasing the likes of a departed soul.
Take for instance the corpses out for a stroll
on Day of the Dead with their garb all in shreds
when other departed remain in their beds.
They think they’re entitled to dead bread and beer,
flowers and candles and when you come near,
they’ll say they’re entitled to sweets and tamales.
Once a year this is how they get their jollies.
All over the city, we bring them their due,
and when it comes your turn, we will bring it to you!

 

Prompt words today are corpse, title, pleasing, garb and city.

Lonely Artist Covid Art Challenge #5: Sascha Kronick Frowine

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Sascha Kronick Frowine is a friend who now lives in Asheville, North Carolina but who once lived in Ajijic and was a member of a monthly art group I belonged to. I miss the group and seeing her work, so was delighted when she decided to join in this project. Here is Sascha’s explanation of her piece:

After recovering from Covid 19 and Double Pneumonia mid March to early April, I realized that I needed to adjust my attitude if I was going to survive and thrive during the multitude of crisis in 2020. Focusing on Gratitude seemed like a good place to start. I took a bit of artistic license being in the states and not exchanging the same items you did in Mexico. The outside of the box represents the worldwide pandemic and the inside is where I choose to put my focus on…besides voting in November and getting rid of 45! All the words that I am grateful for are in Spanish as I continue to improve my Spanish every chance I have. The flowers are all from Ajijic. The little cards all fit in the container behind the smiling girl. A few things I’m grateful for are the gift of time, Steve, my husband, our dogs, music, my flute, the birds in our yard, our garden, books and many more. I’ve spent most of my time recently teaching Yoga and Pilates . This Caja de Gratitud is a good start for beginning to create again! Thanks for this challenge, Judy!

 

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Tracings

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Weird art
Pieces ready to be joined
2009-2022
1993

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Children are the parts of themselves that parents leave  behind when they die—actual physical tracings that will last for as long as their line reproduces. Yet, they have no control over what the children add to their genes to pass on down through time. Each generation melds together with the genes of other families to create a new assemblage composed of bits and pieces of the physical and mental characteristics gleaned from each side of the family to form a new identity.

Childless, I have only what I create to carry me forward into the far future—my poems, stories and books as well as the found object collages that I have created over the past eighteen years. In them I leave the tracery of my life—the long trailings of where I have been, whom I have known, what I have thought. But unlike children, they are glued down, painted, securely fastened to stay as I have intended them to be.

Vestiges of my entire  life story  are stored in them:  moments happy, sad, delirious, tedious, exciting, passionate, depressed, thoughtful, nostalgic. They are souvenirs of travel, heartbreak, reading, lost loves, found adventures.  I have no idea where they will eventually end up. In a trash heap?  On a table or shelf or in a box stored on a shelf? Or will they travel as I once did? Will the box that records Andy’s death end up back in Africa? Will that record of my early childhood school days wind up back in my prairie town?  Will some quantum miracle bring all of the items back to their origins by a force stronger than the one that bonded them together? Will the pieces fly apart, each going in its own direction?

Perhaps this is what happens to all of us at our death—subatomic particles flying back to some prehistoric origin, ready to start their journeys outward once again. Our whole lives are assemblages. Each of us assembles a life as much by our choice of what we draw into it as by what we are given by nature and by birth. Every life is, in a larger sense, a work of art; and how it is recorded—by human genes or by pinning it down on a board or in an assemblage or sculpture or representationally in a book or on canvas—is our choice.

Prompt words today are tracery, delirious, assemblage and identity.
https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/03/23/rdp-saturday-tracery/
https://fivedotoh.com/2019/03/23/fowc-with-fandango-delirious/
https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/03/23/your-daily-word-prompt-assemblage-march-23-2019/
https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/03/23/identity/

Egg Carton Posies

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I had friends over to make these recycled flowers yesterday.  We still have at least one more  day to go, but these are the ones I stayed up all night last night finishing…Fun.

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If you are curious about the process, this is what we did. You need egg cartons or dividers for the flowers, toilet paper rolls or other thin cardboard for leaves and stems and vines,  large sharp scissors, a glue gun or white glue, paint, paper towels and patience.

I prefer egg cartons, but what we had available were these large sheets of egg dividers.
This is the reverse side.
Always one that has to get out of line.
Then cut each cup away from the strip, remembering to center.
Cut down the four sides to the corner of the bottom of each cup,
Fold open your “flower” and cut petals to whatever shape you wish. This is a sampler of four different designs, although there are a limitless number of shapes you could use.
Paint your flower, or if you prefer, paint the strips before you cut them apart. I prefer to do the individual flowers because you don’t have to wait for the paint to dry.
Then cut strips of a thin cardboard–either the lid of the egg carton or toilet paper rolls or any other unwaxed cardboard. It is best to use plain cardboard with no printing so you only have to do one layer of paint.
Cut into a fringe to form stamens and pistils of the flowers. Paint and roll, then affix with hot glue. If you wish, layer the painted petals to form various flowers and hot glue in place.
Cut branches, vines and leaves out of flat cardboard to embellish the flowers.
2018

For Cee’s FOTD.  An addendum: https://ceenphotography.com/2019/01/11/fotd-january-12-2019-daffodil/

Experimenting with Art: Word Press Photo Prompt

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The fun in art lies, for me, in being experimental.  Here are a few of the areas I’ve played around with. Different genres, materials and techniques.  Art is a way to never grow up. (Click on any photo to enlarge all.)

For, the Daily Post Photo Challenge: Experimental

Circus

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This is a piece I did a few years ago entitled “The Circus.”  It deals with that part of us that wants to run away and join the circus.  The porcelain doll has my mother’s face superimposed on it.  Over my mother’s face, I put several layers of Frida Kahlo’s face, peeled off in varying degrees.  Over Frida’s face is a miniature antique paste mask that can be pulled aside or allowed to fall into place.  In her hands are a tiny pair of silver scissors and around her waist is a tiny bag woven of morning glory vines.  She rises out of a toy chest decorated with Loteria cards.  On the chair to her left is a small clown figure with wings.  He is painting a portrait of Frida. Many discarded portraits of her lie crumpled and discarded on the floor. They are all the same. Below him are circus animals and a juggler who have spilled from the pages of a tiny journal that has a story written inside about creativity, sides of the brain, intuition vs. reason and imitation vs. unique inspiration. The overall piece is about the importance of coming from a unique place in ourselves rather than depending upon judgement and imitation. For me, the purpose of art is that experience of going into new realms of ourselves—to allow ourselves to do what most of us couldn’t do when we were young—to run away to join the circus!

 

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/circus/