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The Muse's Storage Box
Copyright Diane Lou.
Alchemical Dreams and Disparate Realities
Rust and bones, broken toys and old text, game boards, gears and nests. Even as a child such odd, unwanted items evoked a pit-of-the-stomach response that bordered on exhilaration.
While I make no attempt to conjure up specific feelings in the viewer, the ambiguous juxtapositioning of familiar materials creates art that evokes half-forgotten, dream-like visions that beg to be interpreted by the viewer. There is a sense of deja vu (the already seen) tempered by a sense of jamais vu ( the never seen, or the illusion that the familiar does not seem familiar), and this contradiction asks the viewer to dig deeply, to look inside her own repository of wisdom, intuition and experience to find her own meaning in the familiar objects she sees.
The once-private discards of people's material lives that I collect for my art seem to carry universal memories with them, memories that can engage and mystify the viewer. Their beauty lies within the rust, the erosion, the wear, and the mere fact that they were once possessions.
I play with abandon and with no forethought. Each piece of detritus seems to suggest to me a relationship with some other piece, and I begin to put them together and wait for the mental "buzz" that lets me know I am proceeding as I should. Even at this point, I continue to remain in the play state and will not allow myself to direct the outcome of the piece, a process that requires complete trust. The outcome often mystifies me as much as it might any viewer.
Remember when, as a child, whatever was in reach became the instrument of your creative exploration? That is my life. A rusty, flattened piece of metal on the street, a gnawed bone by the roadside, a unique twisted branch from a tree, a fallen nest, a broken egg, a snake's skin, a dead butterfly...all will be added to my collection and eventually have their beauty honored in one of my pieces. The resulting art creates a new story with its own imagined history, one that invites the viewers to lay some claim on it by allowing themselves to be enveloped by the sight, the history, and the ambiguity of the realities before them.
At this time, I have no workshops scheduled. But if you are interested, email me and let me know you'd like to be on the list. And, of course, the info about any workshops will be posted on the blog several times. Thanks for your interest!
"What marvelous work! Dreamlike and full of mysterious archetypes. A wonderful mind must make these things! ..K.S.
"These works are springboards to remembering."... L.H.
"Your cabinets of curiosities are strangely disturbing and delightfully compelling—all at the same time. What I liked most was that I could not determine WHICH elements were serving which of those roles..." V.M.
"My internal monologue went a bit like this: 'These are great! I love them!...why do I bother making assemblages?...well, it's a relief in a way, because here's someone who can do it for me...I wonder if she's a student....I bet she's like 19. Rrr.' Well, she's not 19, she's older than me, and her work is an inspiration to make art instead of think about it!"...MacArtWalk blog reviewer.
"As one who looks at art on a daily basis, (my) palpable reaction was rare and unanticipated. Her constructions create familiar, even comforting, but strange and uncanny juxtapositions of the homely rendered beautiful through the transformative property of suggestion."...Brian Winkenweder, Ph.D.
I'm having the time of my life...that's how I would describe my days. Finding Nils, my wonderful artist husband almost five years ago now, having a studio and time to create art, having my family all nearby, living in a setting that surrounds me with nature's beauty no matter where I turn, having unique and creative friends who support and understand my art, and lastly, being able to share my enthusiasm for fearlessly creating art by teaching workshops. Perfect!
During the winter months when "the bins" are not fed by peoples' garage sale leftovers, the pickings can get rather slim. I've gone several times in recent months to walk away with not much at all, but it seems there is always at least one treasure that makes it worthwhile.
Apparently I wasn't the only one puzzled by what exactly this "thing" was for....wasn't a rug, wasn't a wall hanging, but it had a sewn border and a backing like a rug...but it was made of thin wood (1/8"). It is about 6'x4'. Weird. No wonder it was one of the last things remaining in a very picked-over bin. But, now that I'm using it, I am delighted I decided to bring it home!
The picture above shows it with the sewn border removed, as well as the backing...and it is now in two pieces. I don't know if you can tell, but it made of tiny little slats, about 1/2" wide, with various types of print on it.
Now that I can easily take the slats apart (they are just held together by a gauzy fabric on back) and cut them with my tabletop bandsaw (yes, Carol, there I go again with the bandsaw...I LOVE that thing!), I have tons of little bits of wood to add to the starts of pieces. I'd had this piece started for several months now, but had ragged edges where the fabric ended and couldn't figure out how I was going to resolve that. Well, 4 little slats, cut to length, then glued (with wood glue) and clamped down overnight solved that problem and gave me a neat and interesting edge.
I had some short lengths left after cutting long lengths, so I used them to finish off the inside of a box that used to be a part of Strange Women, which is now reduced to 2 boxes, which I'll picture next time.
Also, remember that tall skinny house-like structure I got at the bins? I think it is finally going someplace through a weird set of mishaps. Will keep you posted on that one.
Have had a couple spring-like days (though still cold), and the gardening experts are saying that the ground is so cold and so wet that we should wait till June to plant much other than cold season crops. So glad we built that greenhouse last year for tomatoes and basil and other heat lovers.