Get Her Words Out.

October 16, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

 

The finished interactive installation, “Get Her Words Out” 

“This project is made possible with funds from the Decentralization Program, a regrant program of the New York State Council on the Arts with the support of Governor Andrew Cuomo and the New York State Legislature and administered by Lower Adirondack Regional Arts Council.”

The Finished Installation

Finished Installation

Installed in the Lapham Gallery, “Fragments” August – September 2014.

(Installation taking approximately 8 days.Doug Gruse -from The Post Star – visited during this process and decided to do his first short video to post online. I was honored. Jenny Hutchinson, The Lapham Gallery curator, and my friend, supported me tremendously through the entire process. Thanks Jenny.)

Doug Gruse

Doug documenting the process.

 

 

 

Making the last lighting adjustments before the opening of "Fragments"

Making the last lighting adjustments before the opening of “Fragments”

 

 

 

 

 

Last month, I took down my first installation. It was very sad for me because of all of the meaning that I had put into the whole thing; word strands all throughout the room, incorporated in with mixed media elements. It was so different from anything that I had ever accomplished. Liberating, in a way that expression through words has always been for me. Feeling like the poison, whatever it was, was extracted and left there on the page. After, I get a sense of relief because I feel as if it is on the outside now, taking up space and I do not have it anymore. I am not responsible for it anymore somehow. Flushing out emotional toxins by making something beautiful and very messy, together.

Back left corner of installation.

Back left corner of installation.

In total, this piece consisted of approximately 119 pages with 1 ½ line spacing. I took on a very complicated and time consuming project. After receiving a grant to create it from NYSCA, I had all of the incentive that I needed. The most pleasant outcome to all of this work was the reactions of local teenagers.

Many people typed-up interesting bits here.

Many people typed-up interesting bits here.

High School students seemed to relate to this installation, and their words inspiring. A couple of teachers also sought me out to say how excited they were to bring their students on over to see and possibly type. In the end, this made all of that effort worth it. I have no regrets, I worked to the full of my potentials at the time of creation, and that is ALWAYS my goal. 

Liz working.

Liz working.

 

Ceiling view.

Ceiling view.

 

 

My artwork is, and has always been, a wide interpretation of mixed media. For me, human expression is everywhere. Opportunities            everywhere. My existence is experimental, playful, dark, but always harmless in nature. I do not hurt animals or the environment if I          can help this. (I did kill a squirrel last month while driving and I still feel that little death as I write this.) I try and help those animals          that cannot help themselves. I am very curious in the woods and outdoors, being mindful of what is growing along the bike path as              the seasons start, progress and change. We live in a wondrous world. And we live in a tragic world, filled with hate and suffering.                Here, in my corner of the world I do not see too much suffering in the way of starving and homeless. What there is of it seems ignored        or rationalized. I do see animals (a lot of strays) suffering. And the “quiet” suffering of people. Emotional distress and the whys and            the hows.

 

 

It has only been until recent days where I can express myself better through words. I have always written, especially when there were no safe people to talk to openly and without judgment, and the written truth became so much easier to manage, because then I did not have to take that chance of getting in trouble, taken away or judged by my peers. Now, at 39 years of age, I feel that I am at a place where my brain can start to organize, or just try and start this long endeavor, a book of some kind – when it feels right– when something connects in my brain and body to say something —- anything —. Mark Rothko said it best– when he was asked how long one of his paintings took –”My whole life”.

"Get Her Words Out" prep