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Thursday, December 15, 2011

Interior World


I've been completely preoccupied with an upcoming show, my first two-person, at Artspace Raleigh, in February. So the outside world has receded. Actually, it's receded way into the distance, and the studio has ballooned, filled up with ticking time, straight pins, stained fingertips, hope, doubt, logistics, travel plans, spinning thoughts trying to merge together into intelligible stories.  There's much less outside, day trips, no time for serendipity, chance, or  accidents. Much less time for blogging, and reading my friends' blogs, which explains, though doesn't excuse, my recent absence from their beautiful, thoughtful worlds. The whole world, right now, is in this room.  It feels small and large all at the same time, the way things seem when you're threading a needle.



















5 comments:

rosanna said...

Amy, I love the ball on the wall with the giant bee.
Your art strikes a chord in my , well,actually I don't know if it's my heart or my stomach.
Anyway it strikes deep inside.
It is at the same time curiously repelling and appealing.
Like when you are a child and you are curious, so much that you cannot distract your eyes from something which is at the same time beautiful and appaling.
Although it may not seem I say this as a compliment: there is no art if it doesn't give you emotions and yours seriously gives an emotional upper cut.
Best wishes for the soon to ne show, Rosanna

Amy said...

Rosanna, you understand what I'm trying to do so perfectly-I was so moved by what you wrote. I always hope that people read my work this way-that pull between the two extremes, the reasons why you can't look and cannot look away. Beauty and fear always live in the same places for me-that you see this is the most wonderful compliment you could ever gift to me.

Daydreamer said...

I admire that willingness to grapple with the Fear.... to probe the uneasiness of the unknown.... or deeply suspected angst of the heart... Me... I'm more prone to turn away or RUN metaphorically to the safety of what I wish or believe Should be the Best of All Possible Worlds! The Daydreamer coping with the daily reality that ISN'T so Rosy.... by painting Roses Everywhere.....
*Sigh*
I agree with Rosanna, Amy, your beautiful little creations seduce with their color and texture.... beguile with their tiny resemblances to things we think we know.... and Shock with the sting of that Bee... that unexpected harsh nugget.... that deeply unsettling suspicion of morbidity and evil .....
Don't stop!
I LOVE it when the world disappears and all we are left with is the intimate cocoon of all our assembled dreams....
I will think of you making all your brilliant fuzzy red orbs while I decorate my hollow white ones..... and wonder whether mine would be the better for a little bit of that sting....

Amy said...

Betsey, I'm just floored by the beauty and the depth of your writing, your honesty, your open heart. You and Rosanna are just making my day, actually, much more than that. It gets so quiet here, not literally, there's so much clutter and worry and daily static, but it gets isolated-I wonder why I spend so much time making things. But if I get to have conversations like this, it takes the doubt away.

I too dream of the best possible worlds too, I can't let go of the idea of the world the way I want it to be-I try for it all the time. I've been making things, I think, because I can't stop time, do you know what I mean? It's the fantasy that I can make objects that stop the rush of time passing, that stay the same, that never die. To say this is what I see and wish and know right now. Right now can't be held forever-but I keep wanting to try. That's my metaphorical running. We both have our eternal roses, don't we...

Sans! said...

I am glad I am a little late joining this conversation. I got to hear what everyone else had shared. You know I actually sighed (the kind you do when you are a little overwhelmed, like after listening to a song that gave you goose bumps or finally looking away after staring at something so beautiful it took your breath away)after reading all the comments.

I don't have the eloquence of my 2 very special friends here when it comes to describing my reactions to art. Where yours is concerned, Amy, I have been even more sparing with my words. More out of embarrassment maybe and a little confused. My fascination with your art grew everyday ever since I found your doll house and fell in love with it, and through the getting to know you with this blog and mine, Betsy's and Rosanna's, I must confess, I am no longer sure if it is the artist or the art any more. It is impossible for me to look at your work without wondering about you. I fear my almost inevitable positive reaction to whatever you do may stem from the bias of liking you as a person.

BUT I did love that dollhouse way before I knew you :) and my fascination with your fiber art is just as real.

This lengthy and rather honest revelation may have been precipitated by me having just received the bracelet gifted by Rosanna (kisses to her). Holding it in my hand, your work suddenly seemed very real. I will love to see these little red balls up close one day. And of course that Little Red House . How great it will be if the 4 of us can bend our heads together over one of your pieces and just talk about art, fears , repulsion, love and why we do what we do.Or rather, you 3 talk while I listen and sigh :)