Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Ready for Winter?


Are you ready for winter? Gone are the bright, colorful days of early autumn. With two steady weeks of morning frost, nature slips quietly into winter’s cold embrace. Our last snowfall barely sticks, but the ground is beginning to freeze. Ice is creeping over pond, lake and streamside. There are occasional traces of green, and a few stubborn leaves refuse to fall. But we move irresistibly into the cold darkness  of winter, a season of rest, before the cycle of life begins anew with the light and warmth of spring.

I think I’m ready. I will never adjust to the first moments in bed, before the sheets warm up. But waking up is becoming routine. The cold floor under foot. Slipping into warm clothes heaped on the radiator the night before. Warming up the car and fetching the newspaper before enjoying a hot cup of coffee with breakfast. Boots, hats and gloves have been taken from their summer resting place. The snow shovels are ready. And me too. I think.  Tom



Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Farm Dog

Farm Dog • © Tom Kelemen
A Message From Tom:

I’d like to introduce a subject I rarely think to photograph when capturing the more scenic aspects of farm life. Busier than the farmer himself, Ronnie the farm dog rarely has time to sit (or stand) for a portrait. There are cats and rats to chase, cows and horses to nip, woodchucks and rabbits to contend with…and when done with his doggish chores he helps bale hay, chop corn, fix machinery and supervise EVERYONE. I think he would be shocked to discover that he is not human. He is a loyal companion who works long hours and never complains. This troublesome mutt could teach us all a thing or two about life!

Saturday, September 22, 2012

Autumn is Here!

 

posted by Buff

Apple in the Morning Light by Margaret Helthaler
Nothing says "autumn" like a crisp juicy apple against a blue sky.   I hate to see the warm summer go, but autumn has a charm of its own.  We're going to be participating in the Piermont Applefest on September 30, 2012. (Rain date is October 7) It will be in Flywheel Park from 10 a.m. to 5 p.m.  It should be fun! 

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Monday, August 13, 2012

Current Show at Old Stone House

Gallery One at Old Stone House in Hasbrouck, NY
We had a great opening at the Old Stone House in Hasbrouck, NY on Saturday. Next weekend is the last weekend of the exhibit (open 12 to 5 pm on 8/18 and 8/19). Visit the OSH website for details.

See more pics of the exhibit on our FB page: OSH: Places and Spaces Album

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Sunday, July 8, 2012

Great Show at Liberty Museum & Arts Center


 



A Message from Buff

It was a wonderful opening at the Liberty Museum & Arts Center in
Liberty, NY, on June 16,2012.
There were lots of friends, lots of
art, and lots of good food.

The show, which ran through
today, July 8, was well-attended
and appreciated by those who
stopped by. 

A special bonus was a new play by
Paul Austin read by actors with the
Liberty Free Theater on July 6 & 7 in the beautiful museum space,
surrounded by art. 



Tuesday, May 22, 2012

A Beautiful Day in Nyack, NY



We enjoyed gorgeous weather at the Nyack Street Fair on Sunday, May 20. Here are some shots of our booth. Look for us at our next venue: The Montvale Street Fair on June 3!

Saturday, May 19, 2012

Nyack Street Fair

If you are in the area - look for our booth at the Nyack Street Fair on Sunday, May 20th!

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

An Invitation to Dream

A message from Tom:

Old houses are filled with stories. Can you hear the workers? The saws and hammers echoing off the hillsides on a spring or summer day long ago? Can you smell the plaster and fresh paint?  Walls that once provided shelter from the elements now witness nature's return. Who lived there, what did they do? The remnants of runners on those narrow, steep stairs have stories of husband and wife slowly ascending after a hard day, of children scrambling up into warm beds on chilly winter evenings, and stepping down anxiously on their first day of school. I see a rich tapestry of humanity woven back into our past and continuing far into the future. Go ahead, dream!

Saturday, May 5, 2012

Weaving Workshop

A message from Buff:

Last weekend I took a two-day Shaker weaving workshop sponsored by my weaving/spinning group, Woodland Weavers' and Spinners' Guild.  Many people are familiar with the beautiful, simple furniture that the Shakers produced, but perhaps not as familiar with their weaving.  We were weaving samples of cloth that would be used for clothing or dishtowels, out of cotton or linen. 



Buff, Jean, Pam (left to right)
Dixie (left) and Bev


There were seven of us, and each participant was assigned a different "draft" to set up on our own loom, which would produce a particular pattern.  During the two days, we each worked on everybody's looms; so at the end of the day on Sunday, we each had a sample of all seven designs.  Many of the original Shaker fabrics were white-on-white, creating a subtle pattern and texture in the finished product.  We also tried combining white and off-white, and using brighter colors for a change of pace.

The workshop was led by Margriet Carrico, who was an excellent teacher; she was friendly and low-key and encouraged us to experiment.


Margriet


Weaving is a wonderful art form.  It is almost a meditative experience (at least until you break a thread!).  We are a friendly teaching/learning guild and welcome anyone who has any interest, even if you've never touched a loom or a spinning wheel.  We meet at the Damascus Town Hall in Damascus, PA, generally on the third Saturday of the month.  Take a look at our website, and feel free to visit or contact us!




Samples
 



Sunday, April 29, 2012

Patterns


A message from Nada Clyne:

I've been going through a fallow period.  
It's a kind of hibernation with no
interest in creating anything at all - 
a time to simply be and do what is 
before me without initiating new ideas and projects. I work on tasks I ordinarily shirk, completing a framing job, putting together an inventory, cleaning my studio.  And when I'm not doing, I sit and look out the window, go for walks, be quiet and at ease with myself.     

It used to be that I feared these times or felt guilty that I didn't embrace the artist's work ethic.  After all, don't books say that we should show up and do something in the studio every day? But I've discovered the artistic process doesn't work that way, not for me at least. Now I embrace these times of simply being and absorbing, knowing that one day soon, I'll be at the behest of the creative energy, working and working to manifest the impulses and ideas that come so thick and fast I can hardly keep up with them.  And I love those times too! 

Over time and (and with much struggle!) I have come to honor the patterns. These energetic ebbs and flows that impel me to create have a life of their own.  If I stay attuned to their rhythms, I can fully enjoy both riding the creative wave and floating in the shallows that engender new work.  It's a way of being fully in my own life as it is. It requires trust and not defining my worth by my output or by my role as an artist. It's embracing myself as I am moment to moment.
  
These words came to me this morning just as I woke up:

….I wrap the world around me
     like a blanket
     and snuggle into my life
     as it is



Friday, April 20, 2012

Where My Feet Are...

Some thoughts from Tom


Technology influences art.  What you create and how you create it are unique to your individual skills and imagination.  But your creative process is in part defined by your choice of medium and its technical limitations.  I think this is true in all media, and I feel it very strongly in my chosen form, photography.                                                                                    

When I first became interested in photography, it was a chemical process. In black and white photography, sensitized film is exposed to light, causing a subtle change in silver salts that are chemically treated to form microscopic particles of metallic silver, black to the eye and varying in quantity  according to how much light struck the film.  The more light, the larger the concentration of black particles.  Areas where less light struck produced fewer black particles. This produces a negative image on transparent film that is projected onto paper by basically the same process to produce the final positive image.  Things have changed dramatically with the coming of computers and digital cameras.  Photography is now a digital process, where light is electronically recorded.  The information is stored in binary code, manipulated and output for view on paper or monitor.  Matthew Brady would have recognized my darkroom and 35mm SLR as a miniaturized, refined version of the photographic equipment he hauled around with horse and wagon during the Civil War.  But digital?  Wow!

 Both forms record a three dimensional scene, a frozen slice of time and space, and translate it into a permanent, two dimensional image.  But the capture, manipulation and output of the final image is much faster and simpler than before.  Technology has taken a process that was once the domain of specialized craftspeople, simplified it and expanded it far beyond its original form. When I used film, the limitations of a finite quantity of film and the time-consuming process of developing and printing images forced me to think carefully before shooting.  Should I take several pictures of a particular subject, or save film for something that might present itself just around the corner? Whatever decision I made, I wouldn’t know the outcome until hours or days later, when the film was developed.  And when shooting black-and-white, colors reproduce as shades of gray, so form and light were much more important than color.  I learned to “see” in black and white. 

Digital photography offers me freedom from the old chemical process.  I can confirm proper exposure with a glance at a histogram, and view my finished image immediately.  And the number of photos I can take is limited only by the size of my memory card.   Digital photography has simplified a process I gave up, in part, for lack of time and space. I embrace these new changes and step gladly into the future with one foot, but at the same time, I feel my other foot stuck in the past.  I no longer need to pass up shooting a waterscape because a beer bottle floats in the foreground.  It is easily removed on the computer.  But while I have endless tools and opportunities to alter images, I find myself only making changes that I would have done with film.  I adjust image exposure, correct perspective, and remove small imperfections that detract from the overall composition.  Beyond basic adjustment, change comes slowly for me.  Why?  I think it’s a mix of both fear and comfort.  Fear of the unknown, of mastering a new technology that alters a routine and thought process anchored in lessons from the past.  And comfort.  I’ve never created an HDR image or stitched images digitally into a panorama.  I would like to, but something holds me back.  Creating compositions within a 1x1.5 frame proportion and capturing only what I see are self-imposed restrictions, much like a poet writing in the rigidly defined forms of sonnet or haiku.  I use self imposed limits for both the challenge and comfort. Challenge for me has been a conformity with the past rather than an open embrace of the future.  But change is on the horizon.   Recently I’ve been experimenting with the “clarity” adjustment in Photoshop, altering and softening image midtones.  The result is a softer, almost watercolor-like quality that works differently with different images.  The effect can be very subtle or very pronounced.  And it’s a refreshing change from crisp, sharp images that I routinely produce. 

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Where the magic begins?

Message from Cate:

I know it looks like a big mess, but I like to call it organized chaos. My tools are always in the same place, so I know where to find them.
The glass, well, mostly I set that up before I start a bead or run of beads.
Sometimes though, I'm working on a bead in the flame and inspiration strikes. Then I have to turn around to my stringer (thin hair-like strings of glass) and crushed glass stash behind me (of course).
I root around til I find what I want, all the while keeping the bead hot in the flame. "Why don't you keep things more at hand?", you ask. Well, that would be because the space I have to work in is 5' X 7'.
Eventually everything will be set up in my studio in Parksville, NY. And that, my friends, is a whole other set of posts..... 

Sunday, April 15, 2012

There's just something about glass....

One of my great passions is making glass beads, which is called 'lampwork'. There is just something about taking a substance,
various beads by Cate Gundlah

changing its composition and manipulating it to
make something beautiful. I get much of my
inspiration from nature, or sometimes while
reading a magazine or watching TV- seeing how
colors work together, or not. Some of my ideas
come from the glass itself. Different processes
produce varied results. Some glass colors will
react when they touch each other; sometimes
Necklace, eye canes inlaid on
wound glass matrix, Iran, 1st
half of the millennium BC.
copyright Corning Museum of Glass

providing good results and other times not. Some artists produce glass rods super-saturated with silver and other metals, which produce beautiful reactions.
Glass beads have been made at the flame since
about 1700 BC. A more modern technique was
developed by Angelo Barovier on the island of
Murano and created what he called 'cristello',
which was a clear, soft, soda glass. As the art
and science progressed, chemist's realized that
by blowing a stream of air into the flame of an
oil lamp, the flame would become hotter. Initially
mouth blown air was used- which resulted in a
lot of light-headed lampworkers.
Then they stared using a hand bellows.
Bicone beads, 3rd century BC
to 1st century AD. Hellenistic
or early Roman. Translucent
and opaque glass wound on a rod
with pre-formed bands of cane.
2 and 2.5 CM
copyright Corning Museum of Glass
But that must have been  tricky since
lampwork requires two hands. Then someone developed a foot bellows, which allowed the worker to use both
hands. By the late 18th century the industry had sprung up all over Europe.
Nevers, France produced small glass figurines of people and animals. Lauscha, Germany made Christmas ornaments.
And Venice, Italy produced beads and millefiore,which are small chips of glass that look like flowers (like the top picture above, bottom bead). During this time glass rods, sometimes called canes, were produced to be used at the flame, and the process has not changed much in 200 years. Today, many glass rods are produced by machine. But some are still "pulled" by hand. This involves attaching a large gather of glass on either end with stainless steel rods, and the hot molten glass is pulled apart to form a long string, or rod, of glass. The rods are then cut into usable lengths.
These days the flame is produced with propane or natural gas. The oxygen is supplied by tank, or oxygen concentrators or generators, widely used in the medical field. Once a bead is finished in the flame, it should be garaged in a kiln at 960 degrees for a minimum of 30-45 minutes. This lets the molecules in the glass re-align themselves so that when the bead cools it will not crack and break apart.
Lampworkers are a very small community of artists. I'm very lucky to be a part of it.  
   


Saturday, April 14, 2012

Poking The Muse

A message from Buff

What do you do when your Muse is asleep?  How do you poke her awake?  We’ve all gone through it as artists – you feel you’ll never again have a good idea, or even a halfway good idea.  You’re dissatisfied with your last body of work (which seemed like a great idea at the time) but now, you can’t even find the glimmer of an idea for your next great opus.

There are probably as many techniques as there are artists.  Here are a few of my favorites, and a few gleaned from my fellow CAG artists.

1. Tops on my list is to look at other art.  If I have a day free, I’ll take the bus into New York City and go to one of my favorites, the Metropolitan Art Museum or the Modern.  There are also the Guggenheim, the Whitney, the American Folk Art Museum, the Natural History Museum; and myriads of smaller specialty museums and galleries.

If I can’t get to the City, I look at art books and magazines, and find virtual museums online [cite]  Whether in person or virtually, I make a point of looking at all kinds of art, not just textiles and clothing. The cross-fertilization of ideas is important and exciting.

2. I review my notebooks of ideas, which I have kept for years.  In these small spiral-bound books of drawing paper, I jot down ideas, notes on interesting things I have seen, designs and patterns I like, sketches of clothing, trees, flowers – anything and everything.  They are in no particular order, and not at all fancy; I use a ball-point pen.   

Margaret reviews her finished art.  She says, “One sure way for me to get in the right “mood” to work on my art is to look through work I’ve already done – especially work from a while back. I’m able to look at it with a more objective eye and always think of ways I might do things differently if I were to do it again. This gets the creative juices flowing.”

3. I also review photos I’ve taken over the years – mosaic floors in Italy; colorful houses, cemetery monuments and exotic plants in Mexico; flowers in my backyard; frost formations on my car after a cold night; interesting sand patterns on the beach as the tide recedes, etc.

Tom goes out and looks for inspiring scenes for his photography.  “. . . [W]hen it feels like I'm in a rut, I'll explore Google Maps for a new location to shoot.  Going out with a purpose, traveling unexplored roads and viewing fresh scenery helps sharpen my senses.  I like to arrive at a location at first light to find promising subjects to capture as the sun rises. . . While I don't always come home with good shots, watching the world come to life NEVER disappoints.”

4. I doodle.  I’ll take a large pad of newsprint and a couple of sharp pencils out onto the porch of my studio, then let my hand draw while my mind roams.  Sometimes I’ll switch to my left hand, to see what happens.  I cover the sheet entirely with animals, leaves, squiggles, letters, and patterns, all totally unplanned.  This is not so easy for me, since most of my life is full of plans, deadlines, and “to-do” lists.  If I can’t always “turn off” my left brain, I can tone it down a bit.  Doodles can give me an idea or even lead to a finished piece, translating them into fabric and ink.


Doodles #1

5. When I asked Kathy, she said,  “. . . mine is getting my work area cleaned up!!”  I totally agree! A neat space is very inviting.  Working with the materials as I clean up, however, is just as important.  Folding up fabric to put away, I’ll notice that this color is pretty interesting with this other color. . . and before I know it, I’m sliding into putting a piece together.  A number of years ago I was inspired by a bag of black and white fabric scraps and I turned them into an abstract herd of zebras.

Above all, I try not to worry (hard as that may be).  I’ve had ideas before and I’ll have them again; something will pop up one night in bed, at that gray area  between awake and asleep, where the active brain is quiet enough for the unconscious to shine. For this very purpose, Thomas Edison would sit in a chair with metal plates on the floor and metal ball bearings in his hand. As he would begin to fall asleep, and his fingers relaxed, the bearings would clatter into the pan and wake him up.  He would do this over and over.  And he was no slouch when it came to creativity, holding over 1000 patents by the time he died!

Monday, April 9, 2012

An Artist's Ideas and Materials

A message from Robert

When I lived in Lower Manhattan, I haunted certain stores on Canal Streeet that offered materials of all kinds: aluminum, acrylic plastics, mystery metals
and wood. Out front there were bins and barrels containing odd shapes,
forms and scraps. Some were sheets with interestingly shaped openings,
odd forms that had been parts of mysterious mechanisms. They beckoned
to me to take them away.


"Shiva"
I hungrily bought these things, knowing that I would use them in the future. Carefully stored in my workshop, they would linger and tantalize
me for years before I used them in new works. Colors and forms suggested by these random acquisitions were often the catalysts for new sculptures, assemblages and wall sculptures.
The range of colors and tones in these materials could also be altered with paints, pigments and sprays. I found myself creating free-standing constructions and collage-like sculptural wall reliefs. Some aluminum pieces were welded and others had elements joined with epoxy adhesives and rivets.

Drawings and paintings from nature- landscapes, plants and flowers, became the basis for prints that expressed colors in a different way. It is exciting to go from these two-dimensional works to contrasting three-dimensional sculptural forms.
My major influences have always been based on the concepts and forms of twentieth century art such as Abstraction, Collage and Surrealism. Picasso, Henry Moore and other seminal Modern artists have been my inspirations and heroes. I feel that with my contemporaries I am helping to build on the achievements of earlier generations.

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

New Work

A message from Margaret:

Winter Returns © Margaret Helthaler
I have recently become fascinated with iPhone photography. Here are some thoughts on the appeal of the process: http://www.margarethelthaler.com/1/post/2012/04/the-appeal-of-iphone-photography.html


Saturday, March 31, 2012

Concept

A message from Hank:

Finished Vase
Concept  comes first. It is up to the artist to translate an idea into reality.  Often this is a trial and error process -- it’s knowing what ideas to keep and work with, and  what to put in the garbage can.
The idea of waterproof wooden vases didn’t just happen; it started when I looked at a barrel planter and thought to myself “flower pot cover.” After I made one, I realized the inside had to be waterproof. Paint didn’t hold up; neither did automotive undercoating.  I tried polyester resin only to learn that it did not adhere  to hard wood, it had internal crazing, and  it  smelled awful.
A friend who saw me struggling suggested epoxy resin. Problem solved.  It’s waterproof, it  adheres to hard wood, has little odor and no internal crazing.  It was like putting a stamp on an envelope -- it just worked.

The flower pot cover soon  morphed into an artist’s  paint brush holder. I saw the paint brushes as flowers and the waterproof wooden vase was born. I showed  this work at craft shows and craft  galleries; people said they loved what they saw, but I made no sales.

Cherry Burl First Cut
I kept at it. I knew I had a good idea, but something was missing. Up to this point I was working with store-bought wood.  A friend, Brian, also a woodcrafter, gave me an apple wood log.  

At first I didn’t know what to do with it; to use it, I had to make boards out of it . I turned my table saw into a mini saw mill and boarded out the log. Unlike store-bought wood, It was full of knots and worm holes. I made a vase out of these boards and – BINGO -- it sold. I soon learned about book matching (arranging the panels so the grain patterns match at the edges), and how to do a  compound miter, which lets me make a tapered vase.

Rough Assembly
Nobody lives in a vacuum, and we are all influenced by our senses.  I can think of very little that is more  satisfying  than having an idea, applying what I have  learned, and then  turning that idea  into reality.

Cherry Burl Boards






Wednesday, March 28, 2012

The Experience of Place

A message from Margaret:
I usually begin my day with a long walk in the picturesque surroundings of my Hudson Valley/Catskill Mountain home in upstate New York. These walks not only provide subject matter for my art, they also replenish me both physically and mentally. With this in mind, I decided to start a blog that serves as a visual record of the experience of place. I invite you to view the blog at: http://morningmeanderings.blogspot.com/


Sunday, March 25, 2012

A Sense of Wonder

A message from Nada

The Colors of Morning Move Across the Sky


From Wonder into Wonder, Existence Opens. --by Lao Tzu

I've always been attracted to the feeling of wonder, that sense that the world is filled with amazing possibilities and can open up in unforeseen ways.

Another ancient sage encouraged cultivating appreciation and wonder when observing the creative flow of energy expressed in theatre, music and the visual arts as a means entering Divine Consciousness itself. While we may not put it in those terms, I'm sure many of us are moved and transported into feelings of delight, wonder and expansion by artistic expressions.

That is the allure of art for me - its unique ability to open me up to new ways of seeing, feeling and interacting with the world around me. We all see the world so differently, and our experiences and perceptions are unique to our own viewpoint.  So when I look at the work of my fellow artists in CAG, I find myself smiling at Kathy Jeffers' whimsical clay creations.  And when I see the delicate coloration of Tom Kelemen's gentle photographs, I relax into nature's bucolic scenes.  Hank Schneider's vases make me appreciate the wonders of wood, each tree uniquely growing in its own patterns formed by wind and weather over the years - just as each artist's creation is a piece of their experience and perception that emerges from entering their own creative flow.

My own artwork is inspired in moments where I've been touched by the beauty of nature, a strong feeling, or an inner experience in meditation.  That seed moment informs my creative expression. I don't always plan out the piece, but rather go to my studio and begin working with materials: clay, gold leaf, resin, silicone, glass paint, transparencies of photographs I've taken, and objects from nature. I get completely absorbed for hours in the interplay of these materials. Then - Surprise! These disparate elements have come together to express that seed moment. And guess what happens then? There is an experience of wonder, of revelation, of delight and expansion!

I do think those sages are on to something.



Sunday, March 18, 2012

Spring

A message from Robert:

It’s spring in the Catskill Mountains of New York State.  Birds are arriving and the daffodils are poking out of the ground. Brooks and streams are flowing rapidly.  The area, once lively with hotels large and small, has become a creative center for artists, crafts people and musicians.  Local farmers markets feature seasonal produce, cheeses and baked goods.  Many of them travel with their products to markets in New York City.

Creative energies are running as well. We eight members of the Catskill Artists Gallery are gearing up for a busy year of art activities, showing our work in June and August at major local Catskill Artists Gallery exhibitions. In addition, we will be participating in important art and craft fairs in New York and New Jersey.

The recent launch of our website has already been discovered by people in New York and other states in addition to web users abroad. They are responding to our wide range of works for sale including ceramics, jewelry, glass objects, fiber art, sculpture and photographs.                              

We are proud of having created the website ourselves to help stress the individuality of our members and their unique approach to materials and techniques. Kathy Jeffers' ceramics and Cate Gundlah’s works in glass, for example, are as original and unique as any in the world.

As a member of the gallery, I feel a sense of accomplishment, having helped my friends and colleagues to make the transition from a traditional physical gallery to this exciting new entity which can reach so many art lovers everywhere.  It is good to think about this degree of potential exposure and personal feedback.

This is a culmination of my own artistic development.  I always felt like an artist, even in childhood. This was reinforced during school, college and university years, when I specialized in fine arts and art history. Professionally, this led to teaching college courses in studio art and history of art. Many exhibitions resulted in work in public and private collections. And now, I am part of this group of like spirits, all working toward a common goal.

Photo by Ken Howard