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Sunday Evening Art Gallery — Dale Dunning

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Ontario-based artist Dale Dunning combines typography and sculpting to create his intricately welded bronze and aluminum sculptures.Dunning earned his BFA at Mt. Allison University in New Brunswick and his MFA at Cranbrook Academy of Art in Michigan.The artist explores a variety of materials – bronze and aluminum casting, welded screws and wrenches, typeset, cable – all in the interest of creating the form of a mask.His creations vary in texture, whether they are presenting a grid of fonts or a meld of thousands of bolts, screws, and washers.Dunning focuses on the head without the distraction of limbs and the rest of the body because the head itself is an emblem of the mind.‘The head that I employ in most of my work is generic, non-specific, genderless, egg-like in form and intention,” Dunning shares.“I look on them as a mirror which reflects back the observer’s experience in new combinations and associations. The works are open ended with no didactic intent other than to see new possibilities.”

More of Dale Dunning’s amazing sculptures can be found at https://daledunning.net/.

 

 

 

 

Sunday Evening Art Gallery — Kristen Egan

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Kristen Egan is a mixed media artist specializing in masks and small sculptures.

Egan has a BFA in Art and Design from the SUNY College of Ceramics at Alfred University.

Her creative process relies on the organic shapes of natural materials like gourds, antlers and tree branches.

Adding details with carved wood, paper clay and acrylic paints, she often juxtaposes bright patterns and ornamentation against raw or weathered surface textures.

The artist explores themes such as evolution, predator-prey relationships, folk art and totemic imagery.

Her pantheon of recurring animal characters are frequently inspired by species native to her home state, or mythologized elements of personal experiences.

Egan’s captivating sculptures and masks lets the observer go wildly into the forest of imagination where totem-like creatures and folktales carve a path from her thoughts to ours.

More of Kristen Egan‘s marvelous masks can be found at https://www.kristenegan.com/.

 

 

Faerie Paths — Optical Illusions

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There is an optical illusion about every person we meet.

~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

 

 

Sunday Evening Art Gallery — Tom Banwell

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The beauty of art is in the making– the time and dedication put into each unique creation. That is what makes the work of Tom Banwell so fascinating.

Banwell is a leather worker, steampunk artist, and mask maker who creates handcrafted leather plague doctor masks, costumes, and accessories.Largely self-taught, Banwell was innovative in the way he learned to imitate bronze, marble and wood using resin.In 2008, he hit his stride in the discovery of leather mask-making, his passion and business to this day. He incorporates resin with his leatherwork, which adds to the richness of his masks.A plague doctor (Italian: medico della peste) was a special medical physician who treated those who had the plague. They were specifically hired by towns that had many victims in times of plague epidemics.In the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries, some doctors wore beak-like masks which were filled with aromatic items to protect them from putrid air, which (according to the miasmatic theory of disease) was seen as the cause of infection. 

Thus the influence for Banwell’s steampunk-tinged hand-made masks and other works.More of Tom Banwell‘s extraordinary work can be found at http://tombanwell.com/ and https://www.etsy.com/shop/tombanwell/.

 

 

Epiphany amidst the cacophony

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A wonderful repost today from a blogger I’ve followed for quite a while. A reflection of what is going on around us … yet hope for the future.

Archita's avatarPicture this life..

At 6 AM everyday, I see an old man sitting alone in the park, sipping hot coffee from his Peet’s mug. He keeps his mask under his chin, and watches the birds flying above. I try to keep the social distance, tip-toe, and  balance my steps with my foggy glasses and cotton masks. Yet I wonder why he is there, for months, at that time of the day, alone.

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