When Art has a Life of it's Own.

Back in February, I made a sculpture for a show at the PoetHouse.  I wrapped myself, and stand-in Tia, with saran wrap, covered that in packing tape, cut it off me, put it back together, then made scales out of dress patterns.  I was creating a cicada shell for myself.  It looked like this:

Considering it wasn't very structurally sound, and that I didn't really have anyplace to permanently install it,  it got moved around the poetHouse.  I had plans to take it out to the desert and light it on fire and take photos of it, but that didn't end up happening.  So, when I moved out of the poetHouse, I said goodbye to it and placed it on top of the Dumpster in Tin Pan Alley.

And then, it showed up at the new music venue/art and cowboy shirt retail space the Horned Hand.  The Double H has coyote pelts and antlers adorning its walls, so I suppose the piece kinda makes sense there.  Discarded skins and faux discarded skin.  But now, the sculpture has become a dance partner for waltzing across the peanut covered floor, and is also on flyers for upcoming shows.  It's perched on the couches, and on the owners vintage bike.   I find this very amusing.  It's kind of like an art zombie. 

Watch out.

art+ bike Love

The PoetHouse was happening on Friday as the CycloCross Championships rode into town.  I spent Thursday night with my arms elbow deep in christmas tree branches, constructing an old fashioned bike...
I tried to channel Andy Goldsworthy, but I'm pretty certain he would have disapproved of my methods (while I used floral wire, Mr. Goldsworthy uses, well nothing but spit and thorns to make his masterpieces).

from top to bottom, left to right:

Gena Goodman Campbell's installation and view of the gallery.  Sean Anderson- "where we all began" (it glows in the dark).  Gena's " If I just Spread my Wings."  Jo Lundberg's Handlebar Series.  My installation: "it's not easy being green."  My painting "map my ride."

Alicia's installation called "dream cycle"  (made from clear tape!)  another painting of mine, Lori's installation (made from bike parts) and Tom Monson's painting.