Raegan Russell, Berwick Academy’s High School Visual Art Teacher and Artist, has curated this Invitational Exhibit, Across The River, of five Artists from the Salmon Falls Mills.

Come to the Opening on February 10, 2012 from 3:30-5:30 at the Jackson Library Gallery on Berwick Academy’s Campus.

Works by; Taintor Child, Shaune McCarthy, Michael Penney, Tinka Pritchett and David Random will be on view from Feb. 2, 2012 through Friday March 2.

Reblogged from Abstracts by Taintor:

The following works were primed Thursday the 11th with a tinted salmon pink gesso that was not subtle and presented a challenge for me today. There are two works on paper and three on wooden panels. I’ll start with the smallest and move to the largest. The daily progression of the larger piece will be added to the end of this page until I am done. Keep on scrolling! This one is @ 3 inches by 4 inches.”Infinite” This one is about the same size. I call it “Salmon Falls Small” This one is about 9 by 6 inches. …

If you have already seen the beginning of this post take note I am adding the latest image capture of UM.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Since then, local artist, Taintor Davis Child has been assisting local illustrators, painters, photographers, printmakers and other fine artists with exhibiting their works in this lively and well lit venue.

Depending on the size of works, one can usually hang 8-12 pieces. Works need to be ready to hang from our moulding hooks. Wire and hanging assistance is provided on the last Sunday or Monday of each month.

For more information, call Taintor,  at  603-970-0018.

So my string theory is launching today from an awareness of inert object abundance and self preservation. Whenever I hear the old yankee joke about “saving pieces of string too short to save” my mind wanders to look up the back stairwell at my grandmother’s house while looking for the milk, and then opens the door to her jam packed refrigerator. What I find are minute pathways between material vestiges of her mysterious life. The milk is not in it’s rightful place but on the floor in the unheated porch – laden with ice crystals – a jug of white slush. A tasty treat that complimented a fresh piece of fudge or penuche, if I could find the right tin.

The work above is nearly done, I can’t horde many more marks in this small space. So I ask you to look for the pieces of string too small to collect!

Some reflections from the week to follow here.

Several wonderful conversations with fellow artists and writers this week. Topics; returning to the self, not losing the self, repetition is death, how can math be taught/imparted in a more engaging and meaningful way?, why aren’t math, writing and reading and art etc. taught in our schools without killing the subjects? why do we have to qualify through payments and hoop jumping? what makes women feel the need to be adored in relationships and why do we fall into the traps of looking for external validations? why do we have favorite numbers? what makes me want to create visual images and why do I continually learn from this process? the necessity of working at what we love…

Food and I are taking a turn into a renewed approach to preparation and consumption. After several mediocre meals with meat as the staple this week I have come to the conclusion that I don’t like the way meat has been tasting, I don’t like thinking about it’s preparation for the meat market, I don’t like the way it smells in my house after cooking and I don’t believe in supporting this unsustainable and often inhumane approach to food. I don’t like the way it feels in my digestive tract either.  I have been thinking more clearly about meat. I was wondering if meals centered around a meat staple had lost their joi because I haven’t been drinking wine, perhaps because I am not drinking wine I am just thinking a little more clearly about how I eat. What led to drinking less wine? It was getting in the way of my growth and I needed a break from the habitual pattern.

In the studio there has been some breakthrough, I have been forging ahead into larger scale works while following my hand and heart. The intuitive force is getting more air time! I am reminded again of how we (humans, artists) are by necessity at work in a dance of two selves, Resolute Solitude (in order to create some form of understanding and connections to life) and Open Heart (the best aspect of self that we employ to engage with the external world). It is striking me that as I work on the art my belief and understanding of the Spirit grows. In a conversation with a fellow gardener from the Rollinsford Community Garden yesterday (on my way out from a Town School Budget hearing) we spoke of hula hoops and hoop shaped jewelry. She said she loves the circle, that it is a calming shape, and I couldn’t agree more. It is no wonder that the peace sign manifests in this calming shape, and it’s central linear aspect is defined by two symmetrically balanced roots. It is no wonder that women are really getting into hula hooping. If we had a visible grounding chord we would look like peace signs as we do the hula!

Thinking about chromosones after talking briefly with my son about current topics in his Biology class. When I began looking at images of chromosones it appears that the chromatid is shaped like the infinity loop and then a chromosone is like an x. “All chromosomes are in the same shape: a long arm and a short arm separated by a central point: the centromere.” When I started looking for images of chromosones on the internet I ended up here, first listening to some of the words of the teacher Ramana Maharshi and then looking at the following video. It is so timely and I think it is really worth sharing on this Sunday Morning!

The new work in the studio is intuitively responding to some information that I have begun to gather about young women going to court  in Kenya to confront and seek justice for having been circumcised and raped. It is incredibly hard for Kenyan women to find their voice. How can we continue to allow rape to go on anywhere? I believe that the seeds for harmful and destructive acts come from unchecked self defeat. I believe that the rape of black women by white men in the Early days of the U.S. was an act of genocide. Are parts of Africa self destructing? Is this a direct result of European Colonization and then abandonment? Unchecked and uninformed population growth? What will happen?

Meanwhile some Reparations are being discussed, in North Carolina for thousands of people (predominantly poor black women) who had undergone forced sterilization between 1929-1977, and are getting me to think of the way people have been employing eugenics and other forms of genocide. Not light topics but topics that need light.