It’s been 100 years since Jacob Lawrence, the incredible being and painter, was born. To celebrate they put out a call for work that “was not limited to objects but open to proposals for events that could take place in the Gallery, new ideas for the operation of the Gallery, manifestos concerning the Gallery’s stated goals, etc.”
Utopia is No-Place, and therefore it is left up to all of us to find it. —Stephen Duncombe
My response is Within Range, a suite of artwork pertaining to the imagining of a post-apocalyptic world in the form of abstracted landscapes, gestural musings and mixed media. Visitors and I will collaborate to create a mural, our perfect world. It’s a nonsensical, potentially derelict environment but it is ours and good things are happening. Obstructing and yet enhancing the view is Distortion, a sculptural element made from recycled materials.
It is an honor in the extreme to have my art hang in the room beside Jacob Lawrence’s. It’s . I have gratitude by the heap for departing director Scott Lawrimore, new director Emily Zimmerman, curators Nadia Ahmed (Art History + 3D4M undergraduate), Sarah G. Faulk (Art History undergraduate), and an extra heap for Anqi Peng (IVA BA 2016)who is an exceptionally helpful person, plus Grace Chakrian for being my first collaborator. And, of course Matt, Honeybee extraordinaire who helped with hanging and patience with no sleep. Even in delirium, he’s incredible.
The Stranger suggests you go, so…
See you there!
Installing our work at Sand Point Gallery was a feat and a half. Of course the circumstances were different for everyone considering the range of work presented. My paintings were up in minutes with nails and sticky tack while others had multidimensional pieces that required strategic layering.
There were smiling faces around every corner and we never ran out of wine. A success! And these are just a small sampling of the pieces on display.
Thanks for visiting our gallery debut. Interdisciplinary visual artists
work play hard.
Photo Credit: Some photos by Sabrina Hanson as part of the shared files with all our classmates. They are titled with her name followed by an underscore and the name of the artist who created the work photographed.
Happening tonight! Come see our senior thesis show for Art 400. We’ve got some fine, fine finnnnnne art.
See you at 5:30!
You’ll find me on the first shift checking IDs at the wine table.
Join us on Tuesday, November 29th at Sand Point Gallery for some top-shelf, high-brow, full-on fine art. Our poster, created by the very talented Jenn Watts, features a preview of all the beauty to be beheld. Trust me when I say I am as excited to see what’ll be on display as I am to present the paintings I’ve been working on. There will be something for everyone, and wine!
If you’re in the Seattle area, we’d love to see you!
Having just recently exhibited alongside classmates in my IVA Senior Show, you better believe I was making it a point to support the next round of talented artisans.
I missed the opening night due to an appointment running over time. [Rude, lady!] Ultimately, though, everything worked out for the best. Honeybee and I were offered a behind the scenes, personal glimpse into each exhibit. And were knighted by the King of Appropriation. How many people can honestly say that?
If you’re new here, IVA stands for Interdisciplinary Visual Arts. That said, you can expect a wide range of work at a show like this. With that much variation from piece to piece it can be a challenge to create a cohesive experience, yet as we promenaded the gallery the flow was smooth and natural.
Tucked in a room off to the side played Alana Crawley’s video wherein shadows and whispers grow as if from nowhere into a daunting character that is equal parts captivating and frightening. Ultimately, though I was relieved whatever it was was free to be itself.
Then looking at the wall text my impressions are confirmed:
“The being in this film is a physical representation of negative internal loops and their manifestation into our real worlds.”
Fiona’s intaglio prints were entrancing, pulling us in from across the room. To know printmaking is to love printmaking… or hate it. It’s not surprising a process so labor intensive can rub some folks the wrong way. I feel an inherent camaraderie with Fiona because we both get down on the printing press. “These prints were inspired by artificial photos of cities drowning in rising sea levels.”
Another standout piece was Emily Adams—aka Emma’s cut paper piece. The cut paper is lovely enough, but really the joy is sneaking a peek at the play of light and shadow. Every time I see Emma’s work I want more. That’s a good sign if ever there was one.
We also really dug this found object piece titled Eye Candy for the Hands by Kayu Cheung. It’s made entirely of plastic gloves and drinking straws on wood.
Mik‘s performance as the King of Appropriation was extra special for us as we were privileged to have a live explanation of his intended response. The wall text offered phony information. It’s revealed through a looping video that we were invited to choose a fabric scrap that appealed to our sensibilities for whatever reason, a pin and attach the fabric to the King’s robes. In doing so we became members in a community. Having successfully completed these tasks, the King then knighted us as we knelt before him in turn. As we returned to meet his gaze, Mik bestows the true meaning of his work:
The King of Appropriation manifests the concept that individuals carry their own unique culture that was cultivated by personal experiences & is not bound by a singular association to a group, nation or demographic. Our individual culture contributes to the interminable fashioning of subjective identity of others in close proximity or social media’s reach whether we’re consciously aware of it or not. We incessantly lay imprints of our individuality in other’s identity through interactions, big or small, contributing to the eternal molding of one’s personal culture. Therefore, we all play a part in a never-ending interpersonal collaboration that is the phenomenon of personal cultural exchange.
Learn more at Mikhail Roque‘s site.
So what do you think? Any pieces you fell in love with? Are you an artist creating feverishly or more of an enthusiast, down for the casual gallery hopping? For me, art is just as fun to look at as to create. Leave your impressions in the comments below and, as always, don’t forget to Like, and Subscribe for more Wrays of Sunshine.
Credits: Thanks to all the artists who participated in the event. All photos were shot by Sunshine, featuring other artist’s work. I was able to ask permission from a few, but not everyone individually. Each artist’s name is listed in the title. If you are an artist and you prefer not to be included, please email me.
Well folks, last night was the big night. Our opening was a huge, fantastic success! Thank you to everyone who made it out to Sand Point Gallery. Our food committee kept the yummy snacks coming while patrons wandered through each exhibit.
I overheard some great conversation. There was truly something for everyone.
The lesson learned? The big takeaway: there is an insane amount of work that goes into something like this. We’re given a truly unique experience in the IVA Senior Studio class as we struggle through our own process while also seeing our classmates through it as well. There are some truly talented, hard-working individuals in my class. I’ve learned so much just watching them be awesome.
Thanks again for coming out. It was truly a pleasure to see all your beautiful faces.
Credits: All text and most images by Sunshine. Image of Sunshine in front of quilt by the amazing Jared Wade.
One more view from Fremont Solstice!
The Northwest Folklife Festival is one of my favorite things about Seattle. Musicians tuck themselves into every corner of Seattle Center and positivity emerges from the typically overcast sky.
People really get an up-close look at the music they’re hearing and have an opportunity to build a direct relationship with artists of all kinds. And that’s just what’s going on in the fringe. Inside the pavilions are all sorts of cultural curiosities. Entire rooms of people singing and dancing. It’s exactly what the world needs more of. Last year Matt and I had a blast wandering around. This year poor Matt has to work every day of the festival so Jared and I went to check it out.
There were all sorts of sights to be seen. The vibe was even more relaxed and open than usual. I felt like every time we slowed down, we bumped into someone wonderful to chat with. A whole group of ladies wouldn’t let me go until I told them where I got my shoes. And dress. And hair clip. Catfight Craft, boo!
There was an entire band of marimbas with other beautiful percussion instruments oscillating around them. Good times were spinning like a red rubber ball. Corn on the cob was all the rage. Just the sheer amount of people there was wild considering Bumbershoot is concurrently happening at the Gorge.
Jared and I made a point to check out all the shops and find something especially great to take home to Matt. The ultimate thing would’ve been a poster of this badass image, but they didn’t have any. We ended up finding a hand-carved wooden pipe for him.
Speaking of pipes, it seemed kind of odd the way police officers were stalking pot smokers. Everywhere we went groups of 2-3 police officers were writing tickets to anyone smoking joints or pipes while vaporizer pens went unnoticed. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not of a fan of smoking around kids and whatnot, it was just entirely different from all the years before. It’s odd that before marijuana was legal police officers stood on the perimeter and gave zero fucks and now that it is, they’re just casually handing out tickets. What will HempFest be like?
I found a set of keys that didn’t appear to belong to anyone near us, so I turned it into the police and they were pretty nice guys who were keen to not just turn them in to lost and found, but scout around to see who they belonged to. So, you know, that’s a better encounter than a lot of people my color have had recently. #dontshoot
This year was about more than just music, though. Poetry was all over the scene and people lined up to have words written by this duo. Custom poetry fresh off the typewriter!
We enjoyed the general cuteness and even saw some guys going at it on the slopes of the skate park.
I love that even as rents rise and traffic worsens Seattle is still very much the city of weirdos I fell in love with. Why, yes, sir, I will smile back at you. How did yo know I needed one?
Since the big switchover from the old site, Sunshine Press, to our very own domain, Wrays of Sunshine has gotten a whole new readership. We’ve even reached an international market! Hello to you in Mexico, Turkey and the UK! If you’re new here check out what we’re all about. If you’ve been reading for a while, thank you for coming back. It’s always good to see you. Mmhm. Looking fit, too. Nice.
Don’t forget, you can follow Sunshine Press on Bloglovin and read quickly on your iPhones or Androids. And for you locals, don’t forget the 24th annual Shoreline Arts Festival is this weekend. I’ll be there all day Saturday for our big steamroller printmaking project. If it works it will be my greatest artistic feat to date. If any one of a dozen things go wrong, well, we may just never have to talk about it again.
Wish me luck! And have yourselves a lovely weekend, darlings!
Kisses & Hugs,