RAW: collage with crayon and black marker on 11 x 14 dry media paper by Tammy Vitale.
I'm going to start working in my Vision Journal with images intuitively made from a stack of interesting magazine pages and collected collage pieces. These pages aren't planned. I sit with the TV on, and start grabbing items from my pile randomly. I let my left brain be occupied with what is on TV and just move. Much like a free write in pictures. Whatever is trying to break through isn't going to do it with words, I'm afraid. So I will try this for a while.
Since I won't be writing, here's an excerpt from an Art in America article, Guardians of the Avant Guarde," Sept 2008. This will be my last issue. Can't say I've learned much from having it come monthly...or at least much that I consider necessary to my art or my education about art.
Women, of course, were barely allowed in the Abstract-Expressionist door, and [Maurice] Berger's [who curated "Action/Abstraction"'s context rooms at the Jewish Museum in New York] extraordinarily informative time line in the catalogue gives us chilling examples of the barriers they faced. In 1946 an unamed male critic...reviewing Louise Nevelson's first major exhibition wrote, 'We learned that the artist was a woman, in time to check our enthusiasm. Had it been otherwise, we might have hailed these sculptural expressions as by surely a great figure among the moderns.' And Lee Krasner [wife of Jackson Pollock] speaking of Hans Hofmann, the leading teacher of his day, said, 'I can remember very clearly his criticism one day when he came in and said about [my] painting 'this is so good you would not believe it was done by a woman.'
Here are some more journal pages...enjoy! (Titles, in order, are: Power, Sing my Song and the last picture is just a crayon enhanced page of things I'd like in a house...lots of windows, high ceilings.
thought for the day: Why do we punish ourselves with unreasonable expectations, putting life on hold until we reach them? What is the real danger of such pressures? They delay living, the real life right in front of us. "I'll do that when, " we say to ourselves. "I can't do that now because I haven't yet done this." It's like having an incomplete in your graduate Milton class that just keeps hanging over you, making it impossible for you to do anything else because your comprhensive exegesis of the two parallel falls of Paradise Lost looms ahead of you at every turn... Enough! Patty Digh Life is a Verb