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Category: Art Gallery
Sunday Evening Art Gallery Blog — Riusuke Fukahori
Riusuke Fukahori is known best for his resin-based studies of Japanese goldfish.
Riusuke Fukahori does it so realistically you never imagine that this is just his 3D art form of goldfish, captured as if time stood still.
Fukahori alternates between pouring resin into a vessel and painting goldfish with acrylic paint, giving the resulting work a three-dimensional optical effect.
Most of his works are contained in conventional household items, such as cups and bowls.
The artist was initially attracted to his goldfish because he admired them and viewed their domestication as a metaphor for the stifling conditions of modern life.
Though he infamously keeps dozens of fish around his studio for observation, Fukahori prefers to execute his works from his impressions and memories, and depicts both existing species of fish and invented hybrids.
As Fukahori states, “I didn’t invent resin and not the first to use resin. I am not a resin artist. I am a goldfish artist.”
And as one can see, Riusuke Fukahori does so in exquisite beauty and detail.
More fantastic art by Riusuke Fukahori can be found on his Facebook page, https://www.facebook.com/RiusukeFukahori. A fantastic video of Riusuke performing his art can be found at Riusuke Fukahori.
New Galleries Open at the Gallery!!
As we head into the “Last Vacation Weekend of the Summer”, I want to show off a couple of new Sunday Evening Galleries I’ve added recently. I have to admit the images are stunning, the artwork remarkable. Please go check them out if you get time!
Jellyfish
Face Off
Earrings
Natalya Sots
See you on the other side of Reality!
Sunday Evening Art Gallery Blog — Full Circle
A few weeks ago I fell in love with the atmosphere, art, and the Biltmore I found in North Carolina.
My visit gave me a greater appreciation of the world of individuality, art, and wealth.
Last weekend I wandered through the competition barn of a small county fair.
When I came upon the Art Show, I knew I had come full circle.
I realized that this is where it all starts.
This is where Jackson Pollock and John Singer Sargent began.
Where Dali dabbled and Wiggans wandered.
This is where Richard Morris Hunt found architecture and Katsushika Hokusai played with ink drawings.
Where either because of a parent’s encouragement or despite lack of it, a creativity seed found fertility and grew.
This is the uncharted land of creativity, of space and design and imagination.
This…is Art.
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Pictures courtesy of Vilas County Fair, 2016
and CJA, 2016
Atmosphere, Art, and the Biltmore — Part 2
Art
Who doesn’t enjoy looking at the world through others eyes?
Who doesn’t have a painting of flowers or a scenery print or a portrait hanging on their wall?
Who hasn’t collected a glass vase or pottery mug or bronze sun to hang on their porch?
Art is created in a broad stroke with largest paint brush imagineable. It’s the appreciation of another’s work enough to research it, talk about it, collect it, share it. It depends on one’s perspective of life. One sees a sea of flowers; another a gateway of pain. One sees squiggles; another, divinity.
It’s all relative — it’s all Art.
Don’t compare what you see in an artist’s dream with what others see. If you’d like, read the artist’s explanation, then feel it, interpret it as you will. As with many other virtues, Art is an ideal all men strive for but often misunderstand. It is an expression of you but a reflection of others.
Some incredible interpretations found on my journey through North Carolina:
Next: the Biltmore
Atmosphere, Art, and the Biltmore — Part 1
Atmosphere
A whirlwind weekend brings out all sorts of thoughts and emotions. Especially when you spend the special moments with people you really enjoy. Kids, mates, friends, cousins — all can bring a sense of magic and wonder to your life every time you turn around.
Spending a weekend in Ashville, North Carolina, was one of those times. It was a little bit of freedom, a little bit of music, a little bit of adventure. Though we live hundreds of miles apart, my friend and I met to renew friendship, share burst balloons, and explore ways to move forward in the world and ways of Creativity.
Every region has its own traditions, its own style, its own way of doing things. Midwest Wisconsin is a lot different from Western North Carolina. Ashville is a decent size city nestled in the Appalachian Mountains. Heat, humidity, and lush greenery run rampant through the streets and countryside. The people are gracious, drive like maniacs, and wonderfully creative.
The streets were filled with art galleries, outdoor eateries, and pubs full of music. Friday night the air was warm and humid and the streets full of artists strutting their goods. A bare-chested bearded dude with a pink rabbit hat walked his dog passed a girl painting henna hands and a poet who wrote you a personal poem for a small donation. Musicians of all colors and sizes hung out on street corners and in front of bistros, playing guitars, flutes, and violins. Trios one corner, a girl singing with a guitar across the street, all sharing their talent and the night.
Breweries offered their specialized creations while fruit bars mingled with marvelously unique chocolate shops. Tiny Christmas lights hung over outdoor eating spaces, Italian specialities competing with tapas and Oriental sesame noodles. Young and old strolled up and down the main street, skinny girls with striped faerie leggings walking with women in sun dresses and guys in properly preppy shirts. It was a cornicopia of life and laughs and conversation and music. Something my little Wisconsin town doesn’t offer.
Art galleries flourished on main streets and side streets. Most were closed by the time I wandered past their windows, but the ones who were open boasted Dichroic glass sculptures and abstract printmaking. Some mediums I had never seen before. Offbeat novelty shops brought back memories of the 60s, selling incense and scented soaps, colorfully graphic socks, sassy self-awareness books, unicorn candle holders, and violet gum.
The Village Art & Craft Fair was a marvelous beehive of amazing art and artists. Just like art fairs across the country, the hard work and inspiration of craftsmen left me breathless. I didn’t always understand the method or their behind-the-scenes inspiration, but I did understand the end result of jewelry, mosaic tile shoes, pottery, tables, hand-blown glass balls filled with feathers, and dark ceramic clay sculptures. A lot of artists were local; others returned year after year to showcase their latest wares.
Finalizing my journey at the immortal Biltmore Estate, my whole world of art and architecture and photography and history exploded into one cosmic experience. I was actually able to be in the “now” each and every day. And the “now” was cool, fun, and satisfying.
Creativity is universal. It is the expression of our heart’s deepest secrets, our imagination’s fondest dreams. I really believe that once you open that door new worlds present themselves all the time. Like a symphony, moods and memories are created by each special note you experience.
Find a way to experience it.
NEXT: Art
Sunday Evening Art Gallery Blog — Leonid Afremov
The purpose of art is washing the dust of daily life off our souls. ~~ Pablo Picasso
Leonid Afremov (born July 12, 1955 in Vitebsk, Belarus) is a Russian–Israeli modern impressionistic artist who works mainly with a palette knife and oils.
Afremov likes to view his artwork as politically neutral — no hidden messages, no alternate agenda.
He tries to draw the viewer towards certain feelings rather than telling a story through his work.
While Afremov’s early works are influenced by the masterpieces of older painters, his artwork is very unique and recognizable.
The artist invites us to experience the world of simple beauty which constantly surrounds us.
Leonid’s art easily transports you to other worlds, other times, other ways of thinking and feeling.
And, after all, isn’t that the purpose of Art?
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Leonid Afremov’s artwork can be viewed and purchased at https://afremov.com/. You can also follow Leonid and his artwork on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/leonidafremovofficialpage and at Twitter at https://twitter.com/AfremovArt.
Sunday Evening Art Gallery Blog — Jacek Yerka
Jacek Yerka was born in Toruń, Poland, in 1952.
Yerka studied fine art and graphics prior to becoming a full-time artist in 1980.
As a child, Yerka loved to draw and make sculptures. He hated playing outside, and preferred to sit down with a pencil, creating and exploring his own world.
Yerka resisted pressures of his instructors to adopt the less detailed techniques of contemporary art and continued to work in the classic, meticulous Flemish style he still favors to this day.
He creates surrealistic compositions Based on precise painting techniques, taking pattern from former masters like Jan van Eyck or Hieronymus Bosch.
Like many artists, Yerka pulls on thoughts and memories of his past to create these marvelous artworks.
Yerka’s carefully rendered paintings (acrylics on canvas) are filled with images from the artist’s childhood, one heavily influenced by the surroundings of his home during the 1950’s, and his grandmother’s kitchen, where he spent much of his time.
According to Yerka, “My greatest source of inspiration is always (and I bet will be) my childhood souvenirs – that places, remembered feelings, fragrances and technique of 1950s .”
More of Jacek Yerka‘s wonderful art can be found at the Morpheus Gallery and at his website http://www.yerkaland.com/.
Tuesday-Not-Sunday-Evening Art-Gallery-Humor-Blog
I’m sure you’ve seen these posts on Facebook that show a wonderfully huge mansion in the woods/on the water/at the edge of the mountains, and the post says, “If you could live without WiFi and a phone and TV, etc., would you live here?”
Having spent the last five days up Nort’ , I think I can answer a solid “No.”
It wasn’t a mansion; it was a little house we call “The Cabin.” No TV, no Dish/Direct TV, no WiFi, just a DVD/8 Track Player and a radio. For getaway purposes it was ideal. But the times I tried to go online to do some Art Gallering, the signal from my phone was 烂摊子. A mess. So my wildly popular (I love adding my own adjectives) Sunday Evening Art Gallery had to take a Sunday night break.
I also wanted to spend some free time looking for unique artists, following a few leads from friends and followers (I’m always open for suggestions!). Grandkids were out playing, men fishing, cool breeze in the window, quiet except for the sounds of nature, it was a perfect Art Moment.
Yet I could not load any page other than the main one I landed on. No pictures, no links. And I felt like those people who can’t go to the bathroom without their cell phone. I felt helpless. And more than that — pathetic.
During this contemplation time I had a few revelations, too. I think we all get messages from the beyond…all get an idea which direction we should go. But we don’t listen. We — our ego — knows better. So we butt our heads against the wall and keep trying to recast the same pot.
What works for you? What feels right? What feels out-of-sorts? Are you happy with your blog? Are you happy with your craft? Would you sometimes rather do B than A? K rather than E?
I have found a new love affair with Unique Art. There are so many wonderful, unique, unusual artists sharing their work with the world that I’ve never heard of, never seen, never imagined until these past few years. And the thrill I get out of sharing them with you is the same thrill I get when I’ve written something good.
I can feel that same energy when I talk with people who are hooked into some sort of creativity. Their eyes glow, their breath shortens, and their dreams spill out through their words.
I want you to have that glow, too. I want you to sparkle like the fireworks on the 4th of July every time you think of your craft. You will crash and burn and agonize and think and dance and fly. But you will grow and learn and sparkle, too.
I suppose I will wait to introduce a new artist to the Sunday Evening Art Gallery. No need to rush amazement, is there? But because I can’t go long without sharing some kind of art, I will publish a new Gallery.
Don’t go too long without doing your creative thing, too!
Sunday Evening Art Gallery Blog — Wolf Kahn
The unique blend of Realism and the formal discipline of Color Field painting sets the work of Wolf Kahn (1927-) apart.
His convergence of light and color has been described as combining pictorial landscapes and painterly abstraction.
It is precisely Kahn’s fusion of color, spontaneity and representation that has produced such a rich and expressive body of work.
Splitting his time between his studios in New York and Vermont, Kahn renders his pastoral surroundings with a mixture of abstraction and representation and with a keen attentiveness to light and color.
These lush, vibrant, oil-on-canvas paintings read as studies of form and color as much as meditations on the landscapes he has come to understand so well—and has helped others to know, too.
Kahn offers some advice that, perhaps, might be of value to a younger generation of painters. “In order to make a living as an artist, you’ve got to be one of two things: A very nice guy, or a bad egg.”
From the deft touch of his paintings, Wolf Kahn is definitely the first.
Wolf Kahn’s amazing art can be found at http://www.wolfkahn.com/
Sunday Evening Art Gallery Blog — Sandcastles
Waste not the smallest thing created, for grains of sand make mountains, and atomies infinity.~~ Eric Knight
Sunday Evening Art Gallery Blog — Richard Stainthorp
English artist Richard Stainthorp captures the beautiful energy and fluidity of the human body using wire.
Wire is not automatically what one would consider as a ‘material’ for creating solid, three dimensional sculptures.
But Stainthorp has been making wire sculptures since 1996.
The life-sized sculptures feature both figures in motion and at rest, expressed in the form of large-gauged strands that are densely wrapped around and through one another.
Stainthorp also allows the bent wires to shine by keeping their metallic appearance free from any obvious painting or additions.
The breathtaking spirals add a depth to these structures made of thick-gauged strands that are densely wrapped around and through one another.
More of Richard Stainthorp’s wonderful wire sculptures can be found at
http://www.stainthorp-sculpture.com/, and http://www.mymodernmet.com/profiles/blogs/richard-stainthorp-wire-sculptures
New Galleries Open!
Three New Gorgeous Galleries Added to the Sunday Evening Art Gallery!
Dozens of images that will tickle your fancy, spark your imagination, and test your belief system.
Come Visit Anytime!
You Know You Want To…
Restless? Wandering? Don’t know where to go? Snow or Rain gotcha down?
How about an art gallery or two to chase the blues away?
My Sunday Evening Art Gallery has creativity of all sizes and colors for you to wander through.
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Who Knew the world was so Sparkling?
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Add a little Snazz to your Pizzazz!
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Whimsical Abstraction at its Finest!
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I Want to Hold Your Hand…
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You Mesmerize Me!
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Amazing Stairs Winding to the Stars
Come On — you know you want to — a little voyeurism never hurt anyone! And New Galleries are being added every week! Come take a peek!
Boring will be Boring no more….
Sunday Evening Art Gallery Blog — Liu Bolon
Some people are magic, and others are just the illusion of it.
― Beau Taplin
Calling Liu Bolon Master of Illusion is putting it lightly.
Using his own body as a canvas, painting himself into the background, Bolin creates scenes that are statements about our relationship to our surroundings.
Liu Bolin was born in 1973 in Shandong, China and studied sculpture at the Central Academy of Fine Arts in Beijing, graduating with an MFA in 2001.
He discusses the social concerns of his home country through his artistic practice, most prominently through his ‘camouflage’ installations.
Blending in with the world around you is not as easy as it seems
But with the imagination and creativity of Liu Bolon, it becomes seamless.
More of Liu Bolon‘s amazing art can be found at
http://www.kleinsungallery.com/artists/liu-bolin, http://www.artnet.com/artists/liu-bolin/
and a great article written by the The Telegraph in the UK: http://liubolon .
Sunday Evening Art Gallery Blog — Jennifer Maestre
A #2 pencil and a dream can take you anywhere ~~ Joyce A. Myers
Sculpture artist Jennifer Maestre, born 1959 in Johannesburg, South Africa, is a Massachusetts-based artist, internationally known for her unique pencil sculptures.
Her sculptures were originally inspired by the form and function of the sea urchin.
The spines of the urchin, so dangerous yet beautiful, serve as an explicit warning against contact.
According to Maestre, there is true a fragility to the sometimes brutal aspect of the sculptures, vulnerability that is belied by the fearsome texture.
To make the pencil sculptures, Jennifer take hundreds of pencils, cut them into 1-inch sections, drills a hole in each section (to turn them into beads), sharpens them all and sews them together.
Jennifer Meastre’s fantastic art is a tribute to her eye for nature, its fragile state, and the magical way it protects itself.
Jennifer Maestre’s sculptures can be found at http://www.jennifermaestre.com/.
Unicorns and 2015
Well, here it is, December 29th, 2015. Two more days/evenings until New Years Eve, three more days until we roll on over to a new year.
Soon our favorite bloggers will be writing beautiful prose and poetry about letting go of the old, embracing the new, Father Time, memories, love, sentimentality washing over us until we feel bad about feeling so good about feeling so sentimental.
What I want to do now (seeing as New Year’s Eve I’ll probably be playing Gauntlet (video game) with my kids, I’ll play my Tarot cards now.
Two of Pentacles. My two grandsons came to live with me/us this Fall, the pentacles of love and childhood. Soon they will be off in their own house, but, I tell you, as much as I adore them, I understand why childbirth and childrearing is left to women under the age of 50.
Queen of Swords. I admit I’ve gotten sucked into Game of Thrones, including the hype and spoilers (after I’ve watched the episode). I raise my sword in salute of poisoning, White Walkers, the God of Many Faces, Sand Snakes, incest, dragons, wights, High Sparrows, and the Wall. A bit of mania wherever you look.
The Hermit. Can’t tell you how many times I just wanted to burrow into my bed and not come out until a week later. I take the role of Drama Queen seriously, you know.
Nine of Wands. This reflects the number of edits on my novel. The wand is the pen/typewriter, and the nine is the number of times I gave up and went to my Art Gallery instead. Next year is the year.
Wheel of Fortune. Riding the highs and lows of work, I look forward to the days of getting snowed in. Oh darn. Car is stuck in the driveway. Let’s go back inside and write a blog.
Ace of Cups. Got my lack-of-sleep thing under control this year, cut back on some meds, and generally back on the middle-aged road to energy. The Ace of Cups toasts my clean mammogram. Did you get yours??
Two of Dreams. Not a real Tarot card, this card represents the continuation of my two favorite blogs. I love writing, I love unique art, I love magic and I love the shadows between the stars. I love my family, my music, my books, and my followers. And the blogs I follow. And sunrises. And warm summer breezes. And IrishFest in Milwaukee. And cats. and spaghetti. And chocolate.
Wait — that’s more than two dreams.
Hope you are thankful for more than two dreams, too!
Sunday Evening Art Gallery Blog — Ice Sculptures
As winter settles in, we cannot help but think of snow and ice as a relentless adversary, reducing us to nothing but frozen icicles in an endless night.
But if we could get past the chill in our toes and red of our noses, look at what incredible sculptures it can bring…
Sunday Evening Art Gallery Blog — René Magritte
If the dream is a translation of waking life, waking life is also a translation of the dream. ”
– Rene Magritte
René François Ghislain Magritte (November 21, 1898 – August 15, 1967) was a Belgian surrealist artist best known for his witty and thought-provoking images and his use of simple graphics and everyday imagery.
We all have seen a few of these images throughout our life, but often we don’t remember where or when.
Magritte’s work frequently displays a collection of ordinary objects in an unusual context, giving new meanings to familiar things, challenging observers’ preconditioned perceptions of reality.
To Magritte, what is concealed is more important than what is open to view: this was true both of his own fears and of his manner of depicting the mysterious.
A meticulous, skillful technician, he is noted for works that contain an extraordinary juxtaposition of ordinary objects or an unusual context that gives new meaning to familiar things.
Not only were a number of artists intrigued by, and influenced by the work Rene Magritte created, but popular culture, and the art world in general, were extremely influenced by his creative, unique ability to take something ordinary and make viewers see something completely different.
Magritte‘s art has been so popular that it has been copied in posters, ads, and other commercial venues. Perhaps that’s why it feels so familiar.
You can find more of René Magritte‘s art at http://www.renemagritte.org/ http://www.abcgallery.com/M/magritte/magritte.html, or http://www.theartstory.org/artist-magritte-rene.htm.
Sunday Evening Art Gallery Blog — Sunday Evening Art Gallery
www.sundayeveningartgallery.com
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This quiet evening I thought I would introduce you to world you may not know exists
A world filled with even more views of creative inspiration
If you have enjoyed sitting back on Sunday Evenings
enjoying the discoveries of creative artists of all genres
Then you will love the full version of my Sunday Evening Art Gallery
Click on any of these images and see more magic
Explore more creations by these amazing artists, these amazing minds
Art that is limited only by the artist’s imagination and talent
I have collected dozens of extra images that could not fit on my Goddess blog
Images that deserved their own gallery
I add new galleries every week — I collect so many images on each journey my arms and blog cannot hold them all
So please come and visit a world of unique images and unique artists
Come see what creativity is really all about
And if you like what you see, come back often.
And please — tell your friends what a world you have discovered!
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Sunday Evening Art Gallery — Janet Fish
Janet Fish is a Contemporary Realist American painter whose still life paintings seem t0 radiate and reflect color.
Fish invigorates the still life form, both by the energetic way she paints and the often witty and ironic combinations of objects that she depicts.
She often chooses as her subjects objects that are translucent, transparent, or reflective, in particular colored glass.
Janet surrounds these objects with flowers, bright cloth patterns and other objects in brilliant hues, balanced with strategically placed rich darks.
Fish sometimes works from photographs, but often her paintings are composites of many photographs and still lifes, which she rearranges to form her compositions.
Her remarkable way of painting light and shadows puts a surrealistic glow on her fantastic art.
I feel like I can almost see my reflection in her glass works. Can you?
More of Janet Fish’s fantastic realism artwork can be found at the following sites:
Sunday Evening Art Gallery — Kirigami
Most have heard of Oragami, but have you heard of Kirigami?
The major difference between the two is that, in origami, you fold paper, whereas in kirigami, you fold and cut paper.
Typically, kirigami starts with a folded base, which is then cut;
cuts are then opened and flattened to make the finished kirigami.
A difference between kirigami and the art of “pop-up” is that kirigami is made out of a single piece of paper that has been cut into a design.
Kirigami are usually symmetrical, such as pentagrams and snowflakes.
It is an art that takes a true plan, a steady hand, and a piece of paper.
Not to mention … imagination.
Kirigami artists and clubs can be found throughout the Internet.
Sunday Evening Art Gallery — Angelo Musco
What the eyes see and the ears hear, the mind believes.
Harry Houdini
Artist Angelo Musco‘s painting of an elegant white floating feather is actually a digital photo made out of tens of thousands of naked bodies weaved together using Photoshop. He created this image by first photographing dozens of live models in pre-planned poses, then adjusted the size and color of each body and put them together to form the realistic-looking textured feather.
More of Angelo Musco’s incredible photography can be found at his website http://www.angelomusco.com.
His other artwork is just as magical as these feathers.
Bombardment Central
Even when I am well-intentioned, I tend to screw up. I don’t know if it’s that I don’t think things through, or I don’t know how things work so I don’t know what the outcome will really be — it could be a thousand things. But I always wind up having egg on my face.
I had waited a long time to relaunch my Sunday Evening Art Gallery. I’d added images, found the right theme, cropped the images so they were all pretty much the same size — it was going to be a GO. And it was.
But I didn’t realize that every time I re-posted a blog, or actually posted it for the first time, it would hit the airwaves like a newborn child. Every new blog blew away the one previous, acting like it was the only flash in the pan.
It overtook my Humoring the Goddess Sunday Evening gig with new artist John Lemke; readers didn’t know whether to read A or B or Z. My zealousness almost caused me readers.
I suppose I could blame it on adult-onset A.D.D. I know I’ve been antsy all my life, but only in the last few years have I found a name for it. Not being able to sit still has caused me all kinds of problems, the least of which was almost my job. Now that I’m older it causes me loss of sleep, anxiety, restless leg syndrome — the whole gamut.
It also tends to put my cart waaayyyy before the horse. I have so many projects, so many ideas, so many things in my head that I sometimes think I have hail pounding me on the head. I tell myself to slow down 10 times a day. But most of the time it’s too late.
So to you that were bombarded with Sunday Evening Galleries, forgive me. I more want you to enjoy John and his work, then move along to the next collection, and the next. I put 4-5 images in my HtG blog, then three times as many on the Sunday Evening site. That was the whole purpose behind the SEAG. I’m catching on…it just will take a while.
I hope you will visit both sites more often, and if you have any suggestions for slowing down my pretzelly condition, I’ll take those too.
Sunday Evening Art Gallery — Reflections
What is Art?
Another one of those cosmic questions which has as many answers as there are human beings. Which is an unthinkable number. Since I am in the final stages of polishing my actual Sunday Evening Art Gallery blog, I thought I’d sit and reflect upon yet another awakening. After this weekend I am going to have to readjust my thinking. Truly open my mind. Again.
I started my Sunday Evening Art Gallery April 9, 2014, because I kept coming across various forms of art that just made me say, “Woah! How do they DO that?” I found it didn’t matter what media the art took; I was just as fascinated with painting as I was etching or ironwork or microscopic snowflakes. The world suddenly became more interesting. And I couldn’t wait to share that “woah!” with others.
This weekend I attended the Art Fair on the Square in Madison, Wisconsin. I hadn’t been there in years. I also didn’t have this newly acquired interest in Art per-se back then either. Walking around the Capitol in Madison, viewing over 500 artists of varying media, my definition of Art changed by the minute. I heard the call of creativity everywhere I turned. Digital photography. Ceramics. Surrealism. Jewelry. Ironworks. Painting. Every booth was different. Every booth was unique. Catagories were just umbrellas for the cornicopia of creations around me. I’m not kidding. A necklace was not a necklace. A neckle was a sunburst or a precious stone or 14k gold or worked copper. Paintings were three-dimensional, superimposed, carved out. No two alike.
Every booth was like that. I was amazed that there could be so many variations of so many ideas. So much energy exploding in so many different ways. So many ideas bursting forth like statues make of stainless steel forks and knives and ceramic teapots with eyes and rabbits with human ears and bracelets of delicate hand-pounded silver. Art was so much more than Renior and Warhol.
The reason I tell you this this Sunday Evening is that, if you have any inkling to discover the world of “Art,” you should hop on the soul train as soon as possible. Walking the local art fair is the simplest way. The fairs and festivals are not just duck decoys and crocheted christmas trees (although those are fun, too). Every art fair, every art museum, is a melting pot of creative energy. I don’t understand it all — I don’t like it all. But I am fascinated that someone took the time to paint or carve or make the paper or whatever they did to follow their calling.
I am a writer by nature, an artist by choice. You are more than one creative spiral as well. You are a starburst, you are a tree with a hundred roots going in every direction. Take the time to interpret the world in your own way. Design your own version of what you see, what you feel. Know that if you put your heart into your craft you will atttact other hearts as well. Share it! Show me, show your mother, show your bff. Show what the Muse does to you!
What is Art?
What are You?
Sunday Evening Art Gallery Blog — Rob Gonsalves
Imagination will often carry us to worlds that never were. But without it, we go nowhere.
Carl Sagan, Astronomer
Rob Gonsalves (1959-) is a Canadian painter of magic realism with a unique perspective and style.
During his childhood, Gonsalves developed an interest in drawing from imagination using various media. By the age of twelve, his awareness of architecture grew as he learned perspective techniques and he began to create his first paintings and renderings of imagined buildings.
You can see influences of Dali and Escher, realistic and surrealistic, yet a style that is all his own.
Rob Gonsalves’ work differs from the “surrealistic” category because the images are deliberately planned and result from conscious thought. His work is an attempt to represent our desire to believe in the impossible.
His ideas are largely generated by the external world and involve recognizable human activities, using carefully planned illusionist devices. A touch of magic, perhaps.
It is like he takes what we know, and turns the canvas just enough to make us wonder exactly what it is we are looking at.
Maybe the term “Magic Realism” describes his work accurately. But then again, why label anything so magical?
His fantastic work can be found all across the Internet such as http://www.paragonfineart.com/artists/rob-gonsalves.html and Rob Gonsalves.
Sunday Evening Art Gallery — Intermission
Tonight’s Gallery is a break between worlds. A pause between dreams.
I am so delighted with the direction of the Sunday Evening Art Gallery that I am taking time to make it whole and circular and ever spiraling. I hope that every Sunday Evening I bring more magic into your life; more sights to share with family and friends; more ideas to bring creativity to your own life.
I hope to expand my site http://www.sundayeveningartgallery.wordpress.com into a continuation of the uniqueness I find around me. That includes changing the domain name and making it a presence like no other.
So for our intermission, let me share a few of my (amateur) photographs of the world around me.
Let us wander the roads and lake shores together, setting our imaginations of fire, and find out what lies just around the corner…
Sunday Evening Art Gallery — Louise Bourgeois
The itsy-bitsy spider
Climbed up the water spout
Down came the rain
And washed the spider out
Out came the sun
And dried up all the rain
And the itsy-bitsy spider
Climbed up the spout again
Louise Joséphine Bourgeois was born in 1911 and passed away in 2010. She is widely considered to have been one of the most influential artists of the 20th century. In a career spanning seventy years, she produced an intensely personal body of work that is as complex as it is diverse .A French-American artist and sculptor, among her many works were large spider structures which resulted in her being nicknamed the Spiderwoman. Louise’s gorgeous sculptures can be found at http://www.xavierhufkens.com/artists/louise-bourgeois, or search in Yahoo under Louis Bourgeois.
Sunday Evening Art Gallery Blog — Nathalie Miesbach
To my young friends out there:
Life can be great, but not when you can’t see it.
So, open your eyes to life:
to see it in the vivid colors that God gave us
as a precious gift to His children,
to enjoy life to the fullest,
and to make it count.
Say yes to your life.
Nancy Reagan
Nathalie Miebach is an artist whose work focuses on the intersection of art and science and the visual articulation of scientific observations. Her woven sculptures interpret scientific data related to astronomy, ecology and meteorology in three-dimensional space.
You can find more of her intricate work at her website, http://nathaliemiebach.com.
Enjoy your wandering.
Sunday Evening Art Gallery — George Rodrigue
Meet Blue Dog. Possibly one of the most iconic pop art figures created by artist George Rodrigue.
Blue Dog has been everywhere from the permanent collection of the Smithsonian to the White House and all over the world.
Born and raised in New Iberia, Louisiana, George began painting during the third grade while bedridden with polio.
A Faster Breed
Later in life, his art studies at the University of Louisiana at Lafayette followed by the Art Center College of Design in Pasadena gave him a foundation that spawned one of the greatest success stories in southern art.
Mardi Gras 2010
Rodrigue was a gifted artist who started out painting the landscape and the rich history of Louisiana and the Cajun people. But that all changed when he found his model in his studio: a photograph of his dog, Tiffany, who had died.
“I’m expressing the feelings of mankind today through the Blue Dog,” George said. “The dog is always having problems of the heart, of growing up, the problems of life.”
His heart was in his work, in his love of his blue dog and his beautiful wife and loving kids.
More of George Rodigue’s amazing blue dogs can be found at https://georgerodrigue.com/.
Sunday Evening Art Gallery Blog — Doors
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Open the door and you shall see
The most wondrous things from land to sea.
Your dreams await on the other side
Imagination beckons far and wide
What do you think awaits you there?
Come! Let us venture without a care
A chance to explore worlds never seen
Magic and reality and all inbetween
Open the door and you shall see
The most wondrous things from land to sea.
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Humoring the Goddess 