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Super Hero Fairy Tale, acrylic and charcoal on paper,

 43" x 67" by Andrea K. Lawson

Who do you think these characters are? Please comment with your ideas! Who are your super heroes?What are your New Year dreams?

My dear artist friend Yael Zahavy-Mittelman wrote a poem about this piece as a gift. I love seeing what viewers find in my imagery/and see for themselves. A reminder that the writing is a fun connection to the art but is not the same as the art, as everyone has their own ideas about who these super heroes might be. 

Here is Yael's poem: 

The powers of motherhood in full spring

It's mother owl
gliding our motherly skies
Spreading wise hoots in her red riding boots

She guides, she scoops, she comfort and support
a sister, a mother, as wise - ninefold
Her heart made of love
and powers shine like gold
The light in her eyes never gets old

She inspires us all as we all look up above
With babies in arms, diapers and feed,
who can get up to such a speed?

When we have time to listen
she reminds us all
of our magical motherly super powers,
wisdom and all.

We smile for a minute when our babies asleep
put our heads in her lap
our sleep is our feed.
See whisper of dreams that are sweet
as honey,
of worlds far away, fun, free and shiny.

Let them sleep, says she
They need all the rest,
They feed the worlds life strait from their

breast
With arms of embrace
And hands cupping their babies face
They are my superheroes crest ribbon 

and lace.

Below is a story written by awesome collage artist, Melanie Reed inspired by my  Superhero Fairy Tale acrylic drawing painted for the new year.

"Something was wrong with the rabbits. Bear had heard about this, but never actually seen it until the day he decided to go to the inlet. Bored with his usual routes, he impulsively did a random K-turn in Jenny’s Leaf (named after his wife who’d been shot) and headed for the reeds. In a meadow just offshore, he encountered a strange and depressing sight. A bunch of rabbits were simply standing around as if they’d been de-animated. Hard to imagine a rabbit hopping slowly, but apparently it was possible. It was almost like seeing a painting of some rabbits. In fact, if he’d wanted to paint such a thing, this would have been a good time. And a lot of them weren’t even dressed. Even in the heat of summer, the rabbits, like the attendees of an ongoing key party or glam rock club that they basically were, made a practice of being creatively and attractively well turned-out. That day, they made even Bear, whose daily “outfit” was just his old sailor suit, seem like a dandy.

Most of the rabbits were standing in pairs -- close enough to have a conversation, but too far away for real conviviality, let alone intimacy. One or the other of these pairs would occasionally nibble on a grass blade, then resume staring off into space. It was like were under a spell. Shuddering at this disconcerting sight, Bear quickly paddled away. 

That night he was so disturbed, he couldn’t sleep. Although he had many skills, research, deductive logic and reasoning were not his strengths, and he felt out of his depth. Yet he felt compelled to try to address the problem. If the rabbits were this listless, they couldn’t breed, and then would eventually vanish. And if that happened, the whole food chain would be thrown off, and many of the forest citizens would be forced to take to the road. Bear couldn’t help picturing them all in a sad procession: coyote with his satchel of gimcracks, badger dragging his father’s suit of armor, and raven with his sack of sharpening tools -- everyone exhausted, muttering, and sniping at each other. Appalled at this apocalyptic vision, he began leafing through the phone book looking for some kind of expert. 

Halfway through the S’s, he found an intriguing listing: “SUPERSLEUTHS FOR HIRE.” Scam or legit? He shrugged. He had nothing to lose. If they asked for a retainer, he could always try to mortgage his honey tree. He dialed the number and a bright female voice replied with a chipper professional greeting. P.A. or just somebody’s wife? he wondered cynically. “I need someone to look into this rabbits thing,” he growled. “Hold on -- I’ll find someone for you,” came the reply. Seconds later, an echo-y voice was in his ear. “We’ve heard about this,” it said. “And we already have a few leads.” “Uh, that’s great!” said Bear, surprised. “Would you like to be part of the team?” the voice inquired. “Um, sure!” said Bear. “But I’m not sure what help I could be.” “We need someone to watch a den,” the voice said after a pause. “We’ve traced some circumstantial evidence to one suspect, but we don’t have any hard proof. We need to catch them in the act. I’m Oren Owl, by the way.” 

Bear had heard of Oren. He’d come up with several significant forest inventions, including a special new kind of security system that unfortunately was too expensive for many forest dwellers to install. But he was famous for abruptly switching careers. Why he was working for Supersleuths was a bit of a mystery. “I’m Bear,” he replied. “We know who you are,” stated Oren. “We were thinking of calling you. If you’re up for the job, you’ll be working with my assistant Redwing, who’ll be doing periodic flyover reconnaissance. Be at the East Meadow stump at noon tomorrow and you’ll get your instructions.” The next sound was a dial tone. Bear was at once flummoxed, scared and excited. He’d never really been a player in the forest. This kind of thing could potentially make his reputation. But it could also break it. The chase was on.

 

Having quickly washed and pressed his sailor suit, Bear was at the stump the next day at three minutes till noon. He waited for almost half an hour and was starting to fall asleep when a large flying beetle or strange hybrid insect zoomed onto the stump in kamikaze fashion. Contrary to its intense movements, the insect’s expression was extremely placid – its features that of a neutral smiley-face button. Two sets of wings protruded from its body, one yellow and one red, and its round orange face clashed startlingly with its two sets of shiny red boots which were no doubt part of the Supersleuth ensemble. “Sorry I’m late,” the insect said in a tiny crackly voice. “Last minute conference with Oren. He’s hard to get up in the daytime.” “No problem,” said Bear. “I take it you’re Redwing?” “Correct,” stated the insect. Even while perched on the stump, its red wings continued to flap, hummingbird-like, in a fast and almost hypnotizing way. “Glad you’re on board. We’ve had to assemble a quick cadre of whoever was willing and able. Things are about to get a lot worse if we can’t take this guy out.” 

“So who’s the suspect?” asked Bear. “Oh, you don’t know him,” said Redwing. He’s a shapeshifter. That’s part of the problem. But even shapeshifters have to sleep sometime, and depending on who they are when they fall asleep, they have to be in a place that suits their form. One of this guy’s forms is a wolf, and we’ve traced him to a small den about two miles from here.” “So what is this guy’s deal?” inquired Bear. “What’s he have to do with the rabbits?” “He’s known as the Avenger,” explained Redwing with a shudder. “Word has it that he used to be a trainee wizard -- accidentally put under a spell by another trainee wizard, who himself then died accidentally before he could lift the spell. So much incompetence! But then wizards are so poorly paid these days that it’s little wonder that standards have lowered so much.” “Go on,” encouraged Bear. “Well, the Avenger is mad as hell for being stuck in this spell with no one to take it off him. Supposedly he and the other wizard used to experiment on rabbits for practice, and something about their DNA got mixed up in the spell. So that’s why he targeted them – to take revenge on the only thing left that’s related to what happened to him.” Bear shook his head. “That’s so common with trauma victims,” he said. “I almost feel sorry for him.” “Well, don’t!” warned Redwing. “Angry, incompetent folks who perceive themselves as victims are the most dangerous of all.” Bear nodded. “I’m in,” he said. “Good, 'cuz we already signed your contract for you,” said Redwing. “Might be a little irregular, but desperate times, you know.” He handed Bear a map with directions to the den and a walkie-talkie. Your job is to watch the den, and then call us to report anytime you see him.” “And what happens then?” asked Bear. But Redwing, with a slightly louder buzz, was already flying off.

Unless he was chasing food or catching a speedy current on the river, Bear was normally a slow mover, but he realized he might have to change his ways for this case. Lumbering off as fast as he could while also reading the map, he hoped he could trust the team to let him know what he needed to do. If not, he’d have to simply trust himself. The den, though well-hidden, was easy enough to find for someone like Bear, who knew a lot about dens. This one was old and poorly maintained – too poorly for most families, which made it a likely hideout. He hunkered down behind some bushes and waited, trying not to fall asleep in the sun. He was drifting into a dream when he heard a noise, and initially thought that he was still in the dream. A wolf had emerged from the den on its hind legs, wearing a pink-checked apron and fuzzy pink slippers. Was The Avenger female? Bear’s whole body tensed while he fumbled with the walkie-talkie. But there was no instruction manual, and Bear wasn’t especially good with technology. Moreover, he was leery of making too much noise. He decided to wait to report till the wolf had gone out of sight. At the moment it seemed alternately disoriented and agitated, periodically biting its tail in a kind of compulsive tic. Though Bear had a powerful sense of smell, he couldn’t smell the wolf, and also wondered if he himself could be smelled. Though it was hard to know what qualities such a hybridized animal might be capable of, it was probably safer not to assume anything. However, the wolf seemed to be in its own world, and so far, mercifully unaware of Bear.  

After forty-five minutes of shuffling around his stoop and half-heartedly sweeping some leaves, the wolf returned to its den, and Bear was able to activate the walkie-talkie enough to make his report. A few minutes later, he spotted Redwing flying through the trees, accompanied by a slower-flying owl, whose red Supersleuth boots identified him as likely being Oren. The pair alit, stealthily positioned themselves near the den entrance and started pouring clear liquid on the ground from a couple of bottles. “What’s going on?” hissed Bear. Redwing flew over to him. “We just got this stuff last night. There’s a chance it will remove the rabbits’ spell, but an even better chance that if the spell keeps needing to be renewed, it will at least redirect The Avenger’s focus to a point where he won’t renew it. The problem is that we don’t know what he’ll decide to focus on. So once he comes out and gets into this, I want you to run away as fast as you can. Or maybe climb a tree.” After leaving him with this pronouncement, the insect flew back and helped continue the pouring. Then both red-booted team members flew quickly away. 

Bear could feel his heart pounding. He waited and waited, rooted to the spot, and at some point fell asleep in a kind of shock. When he awoke, it was dusk. A stirring noise came from the den. The Avenger came out, still in its slippers and apron. Its same shuffling movements commenced, punctuated by sweeps of the broom. Though it was clearly walking over the ground where the liquid had poured, there was no kind of visible change. Finally it simply pulled up a nearby log, sat down, and looked out into the trees contemplatively. If the Avenger’s focus was now to be somehow redirected, Bear should get out of the way. But who else might it then be redirected to? And what would be the safest option for this redirection? If the rabbit spell did stay on and the rabbits died out, the whole system would be thrown off to the point where eventually everyone would die. And if the Avenger’s focus turned elsewhere, another animal population might then become at risk too. But Bear was just one animal. Perhaps he should be willing to sacrifice himself for a noble cause. After all, what did he really have to live for? After Jenny died, his life was mostly just a sad daily grind – monotonous food chasing, monotonous river rowing, and monotonous socializing with his fellow forest dwellers. The best part of his life now was probably sleeping, where he could at least find Jenny alive again in his dreams. If he didn’t do anything, who knew how long this situation would go on? 

Bear asked himself to imagine what Jenny would do. And then he knew the answer. He walked brazenly out from behind his bush and planted himself in plain sight. The Avenger’s head swiveled around. And then the animal howled. Bear had heard plenty of wolf howls in his life, but this uncanny cry made his blood run cold, and he had to force himself to stand there and listen to it. Finally the Avenger cut itself off in mid-howl, seeming surprised to find that Bear was still there. “That usually does the trick,” it barked. “Who are you, anyway?” “Er, I’m Bear,” said Bear. “Well, obviously,” retorted the Avenger. “But who are you? Like, what’s your role, and why the hell are you here?” 

Bear had to think fast. “I wanted to talk to you,” he said. “I heard that you’d been mightily mistreated.” The Avenger’s eyes widened. “That’s absolutely right!” it barked. “Our boss pitted us against each other to try to get more work out of us. My coworker used to be my friend; then he was my enemy! We were going nuts trying to take each other out, 'cuz our boss said he’d could either pay one of us or both of us at half-time. And my boyfriend had just abandoned me after he got me pregnant! What was I supposed to do?” Bear’s eyes bugged out. “Wait – you’re a girl?” he said. The Avenger gestured to the apron and twirled around. “And that’s another thing!” she said, “Do you think young girl wizard trainees get treated the same as young guy wizard trainees? Think again!” Bear shook his head and tried to look sympathetic. And he actually felt sympathetic. It seemed like The Avenger had never had a chance to tell her story before. But he still needed more information. “So what’s up with the rabbits?” he asked. “We used their DNA as part of some of the spells,” The Avenger explained. “So now I’ve been trying to do what I can to reverse things. At least so far I haven’t killed any of them the way we used to do.”

Bear paused, choosing his words. “They may not be dead, but they’re listless now,” he said. “So they’re not breeding anymore. That means that they could die out. And that means the whole food chain could be thrown off, and everyone will die.” The Avenger hung her head. Bear paused again. This was possibly the most quick thinking he’d ever had to do in his life. “Listen,” he said finally, “You’re in big danger right now. In fact, I’ve been deputized to spy on you, and even now you’re walking across some kind of secret potion that they hope will take off the rabbits’ spell and/or redirect your focus. And people don’t know your story, so they don’t sympathize with you. Because people think you’re trying to avenge yourself with the rabbits versus trying to take your own spell off, you’re just perceived as an angry, incompetent victim who’s trying to take revenge. They call you ‘The Avenger’.” The she-wolf flinched.

“Two things,” Bear said. “First, how does your shape-shifting work?” “It’s not that complicated,” sighed The Avenger. “I just have my choice of three different animal forms. Of course they all come with most of the typical qualities of each animal, but none of them comes with any extra powers. I usually just stay in wolf form because I like traveling fast across the ground. It gives me the feeling that I’m going somewhere.” “But wolves are pack animals,” Bear said. “Guess you’re more of a lone wolf.” The Avenger shook her head. “My other choices are bear or eagle,” she said. “No offense.” Bear waved a paw dismissively. “Second thing,” he said, “Could you take the current spell off the rabbits if you wanted to?” “Even if I wanted to, I’m not sure I’m skilled enough,” the she-wolf said. Bear thought some more. “Well, if you have any interest in staying alive yourself in the long term, I urge you to give it a try. But in the short term, I have a proposition for you: change into a bear and simply stay with me. I just lost my wife and I’m horribly lonely. I’d give you a home and train you up in all the best kinds of bear ways. And it’s an easy job! You get to take a big chunk of time off for hibernation.” 

The she-wolf’s eyes lit up with surprise and cautious hope. “I’ll do it,” she said. “This has to be some kind of sign.”

***

It took several months, but for reasons that Bear couldn’t definitively explain – nor did he even care to -- the rabbit’s spell gradually lifted. Rabbits once again resumed dressing themselves in their finery, dancing, having daily parties and get-togethers, and coupling in their usual enthusiastic ways. The population of new rabbit babies swelled so much that many nannies and wet-nurses had to be hired to feed and diaper the newborn rabbit kits. And Bear and his new wife did their share of enthusiastic coupling too. Even in their sleep, they often dreamed of each other.  

A couple of things, however: First, Bear had somehow never gotten paid for his Supersleuth job. Although he called the office numerous times, there was no response, nor did he ever see Oren or Redwing again. Second, he sometimes noticed one of the rabbits off by itself in a meadow, reading a book. And he wondered: did that rabbit somehow get left out of the spell?" by Melanie Reed.

(posted on 11 Jul 2020)

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(posted on 6 Feb 2020)

HI!

Art, dance, theatre and poetry  collide in this multimedia exhibition about freedom of expression, Rite of Spring, history, and more!  Tickets at: Key City Public Theatre

This weekend is your last chance to see the show! The opening was great success and I would love all my friends and followers to see this show that we have been working on for so long!

Visions in Motion 2020 pulls together threads of art and history from 1920-2020 to celebrate the power of expression over oppression; renewal over decay; and light over darkness. In this multimedia installation, painting collides with theater, dance, and music to defy the bounds of conformity and seek a sustaining rhythm of renewal. The installation will include an artistic interpretation of the expressionist play Roger Bloomer by John Howard Lawson, member of the Hollywood Ten; a new dance choreographed by Heather Hamilton investigating cycles of change and renewal; original poetry; and costumes, sets, and an exhibit of new artwork Andrea K. Lawson. Through the common theme of the Rite of Spring ballet, we will draw a line between a play written in 1920 and artwork being created in 2020, exploring the cycles of decay and renewal that permeate the world while considering freedom of speech and how our voices participate in or change those cycles.  As a whole, our project explores creativity, freedom of speech and social and environmental  justice and renewal. 

See you this weekend at keycitypublictheatre.org

Premier my new Rite of Spring art at the show!

Who is the masked person behind  the Roger Bloomer character mask?

Guess correctly and win a free drink at the Visions in Motion  2020 show this weekend at Key City Public Theatre! I'll draw names from the list of correct answers on Saturday morning and let you know if you won! Claim your free drink at concessions any time this weekend at the show!

Hint: Key city Public Theatre is the place where art collaboration happens! Guess by commenting on this blog post!

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Come to the show to experience artistic risk taking, art, dance, theatre and ...!

 

Living close to the earth, water and sky:

My new Mini Light Hours series (#minilighthours)  andreaklawson.com mini light hours gallery page  has been launched for the December 2018 holidays! I created these small affordable works to relate to my Light Hours multi panel installation. The mini Light Hours  are small 4 x 4" and 4 x 6" paintings to be hung individually or in groupings of two or more. Before Mini Light Hours was Light Hours! I would like to tell you more about how I created the paintings. 

My studio rests on the oldest continually inhabited land overlooking Port Townsend Bay where I observe nuances of luminescent light and color reflecting from sky to water. I am excited about creating a series of paintings that show changing light on sky and water over time and seasons. My Light Hours project creates an awareness of and appreciation of Northwest Landscape, and close observations of changing light throughout days and seasons. For this project, I combine multiple panels painted at the same location (Puget Sound Bay), over each hour of the day, at each of the four seasons; summer and winter solstice, vernal and autumnal equinox. Each hour is represented by a sky panel and a sea panel. The abstract-impressionist paintings represent colors, light,dark and gestural responses to the sea-sky-horizon.  In this way, I paint moments of color and pattern which call attention to the constant changing sky and water caused by movements of sun, change of weather, and interference of man.  When completed, each season of paintings willI be grouped together and exhibited on four different walls or areas in a gallery, planned so that the viewer can appreciate and compare paintings from contrasting seasons. So far in 2018, I have painted Spring, Summer and Autumn. On December 21st, I will be bundled up outdoors painting the Winter Solstice!

                                                 Lighted Ship, Sunset  4 x 6" on canvas

 

Intrinsic to my love of nature experienced through light and time is the awareness of the need to protect wild spaces. As part of a dialogue about the value of our landscape, I invite the viewer, to find new ways to reflect upon our dramatic environment.

"Man at his best, like water,                                                  

Serves as he goes along:                                                              Heron Shore oil on board, 4 x 4"

Like water he seeks his own level,

The common level of life,

Loves living close to the earth,

Living clear down in his heart,

Loves kinship with his neighbors,                     

The pick of words that tell the truth,                           

The even tenor of a well-run state,

The fair profit of able dealing,

The right timing of useful deeds,

And for blocking no one's way

No one blames him."

Lao Tzu, (translated by Witter Bynner)

 

Autumn Sea Triptych, 4 x 16" on board

 

I have the privilege of looking forward to Thanksgiving and appreciating all that we have while working to keep a bright environmental and human future, and I sincerely hope that you too, are warm and safe this November.

What are your thanksgiving thoughts this year?

 

Andrea K. Lawson

November 18, 2018

 

 

(posted on 22 Oct 2018)

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HI!

I was just reading a book of essays edited by Samhita Mukhopadhyay and Kate Harding called Nasty Women., Feminism, Resistance, and Revolution in Trump's America.

When I hear about a book on the radio or listen to an interview with an author who sounds interesting, I usually, scribble the title down on a scrap of paper which then often disappears for decades. My note about Nasty Women didn't suffer that fate.It resurfaced recently during a binge desk sorting. All or most of the essays included in the book are worthwhile, although, I occasionally skimmed the parts about all the disappointment and shock day after elections since  I have  heard, felt and rehashed that too many times.

As mentioned, all the essays are worth reading but We Have a Heroine Problem by  Carina Chocano really brought some ideas to the forefront of my mind in a clear way. She points out that sexism has infiltrated the thinking of all of us, including women and progressives. I felt shocked to realize the way progressives (even myself on occasion) talked about Hilary Clinton, blaming her for things that men have not been criticized for. Please read the book and see what I mean! Let me know if you see any sexism in your own way of talking about women, especially women in power. 

It's funny because just before reading the essay, I happened to create the cartoon below which came out of a discussion with my daughter about first ladies and what about first men? Flip the roles and you can see how outdated our ideas are. If Hilary had won, would you have expected Bill Clinton to be in charge of dinner parties, flower arrangements and visits to orphanages? Not that all of that is not important, but still, what is the meaning of this first lady, family thing? President James Buchanan was the only bachelor in the White House. He never married. We almost always vote for couples and we still haven't had a woman president.

Whoever you voted for, please tell me which president has been more qualified  to run for president than Hilary Clinton? And, if Hilary had  won, who would have played the role of First Lady? Carina talks about this gender role problem. She says,  "A powerful women will always be attacked on one side for being powerful and on the other for being a women." According to Ms. Chocano, our heroine problem goes all the back to the emergence of hero cult in ancient Greece.Women were ideals and ideals were female, not heroic. I always thought that it was  unfair that Odysseus  tested Penelope for her loyalty,  when she patiently, warded off suitors for twenty years. On the other hand,  Odysseus got no flack for adventuring and  sleeping with Goddesses and sorceresses expecting his wife to wait for him. 

What examples do you have about below the surface sexism?

First Man in the White House, copyright Andrea K. Lawson 2018

(posted on 15 May 2018)

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(posted on 21 Apr 2018)

Blogpost earth day 4-22-2018

 

 

Active Hope

 

Artefacts is an artist collective who focuses “on artifacts from the future, play based art and healing sacred spaces with art”. 

Last January I went to an inspiring experiential workshop called “We Almost Didn’t Make It” led by artist Beverly Naidus and members of Artefacts and sponsored by COCA (Center on Contemporary Art) in conjunction with the January 2018 art show at the same location, Pioneer Square, Seattle, Washington.  https://cocaseattle.org/exhibitions/2018/1/20/artifacts-we-almost-didnt-make-it

 

It turns out that the workshop was informed by a book by Joanna Macy PhD, Buddhist scholar and Chris Johnstone called Active Hope, published by New World Library 2012.

Active Hope is a thoughtful and useful book that helps show “How to face the mess we’re in without going crazy”. Not just cheerleading but a practical approach! The book talks about the concept of being able to face our problems before we can act. And to connect to each other and our planet in order to feel part of the change. When we feel alone, it’s too overwhelming. Active Hope will give you numerous insights and productive ways to change how you view yourself and the world as a whole. It made me feel hope that we can tackle even our most dire problems. 

 

       In Chapter 9, Catching an Inspiring Vision, the authors explain more about what active hope is by showing a diagram about Static Thinking versus Process Thinking.The Static Thinking box shows a single frame that says: “This is how things are. If something isn’t in the picture, it just isn’t going to happen.” On the next page they demonstrate Process Thinking in three film strip frames: “This is how things are now/But choices I make influence what happens next. /So what is my hope? And how can I be active in moving toward that?” 

 

The book contains practical exercises for discovering a different view of the self and facing world problems; simple breathing and empowerment exercises, and more involved exercises like writing letters to the future.  

 

During the workshop we did some of the  exercises from the book. We found ourselves feeling intensely sad and hopeful as we imagined ourselves in the future looking back at today. Our group  listed evidence of dystopia and then evidence of “the great turning”.  As I understand it, The Great Turning is a Buddhist concept that happens when our society’s priorities shift and we think of ourselves not as separate selfish entities but as part of the earth together, identifying with the interconnectedness of all the earth. We are then able to work to create positive change to stop ecological disasters such as global warming, poverty and war from destroying our planet. 

 

Towards the end of the workshop, we were led in a visualizing exercise to picture something from today that we would miss in the future if it was to become only a memory. People in the group thought of all sorts of things from an acorn, clean water and a blue heron to concepts like love. We broke into pairs and created future artifacts out of a panoply of cloth scraps and art materials, placing a commitment to action inside our “artifacts”.( My team made a blue heron and an acorn artifact). We were invited to place these “artifacts” in the We Almost Didn’t Make It show in the COCA gallery. Having space to feel the pain of all of our problems, helped to face the problems and to become part of the change. This is a form of time travel where we had a chance imagine what our legacy of today would look like to future beings. Thank you Artefact collective for doing this work connecting art and social change! If you are feeling frustrated or overwhelmed about how to create a better future, connect with past and future generations or want to learn more about the story of “The Great Turning” read Active Hope!

My Blue Heron "artifact"

 

Making future artifact in Artefact workshop

 

Lovely acorn and my wacky bird artifact  on our "Change" drawing

 

Workshop participants created a  clean water artifact.

We Almost Didn't Make It at COCA

 

COCA ARTIFACTS SHOW JANUARY 2018 

 

#coca #artefacts #artifacts #art #artefacts artist collective   #andreaklawson.com   #activehope   #socialchange #processthinking #thegreatturning  #wealmostdidn'tmakeit   #earthday  #hope #pioneersquare  #seattle  #artforchange

A conversation with Yael Zahavy Mittelman April 2018

Andrea: I’m so looking forward to your show at Gallery 110, An Abstract Self Portrait. How long have we known each other?

 

Yael: For the longest time. 

 

A. Long but wonderful. Did you always know that you wanted to be an artist?

 

Y. My mom is an artist, so I always had art all around me. It is interesting how as an adult I appreciate that exposure to art in a different way. As a child I used to doodle, anywhere and everywhere. 
As an adult, I was a special Ed. teacher at first, then, moving to the states, I finished my M.A. in art therapy, so I worked for a while in a psychiatric hospital as an art therapist. At some point my body was struggling physically, and I had hard time walking and climbing stairs. I was always making art, but at that point had hard time climbing to the second floor of the house to my studio. So I organized a corner in my office downstairs to make art. Because I could not work at the psychiatric hospital anymore, I became a full time artist. 

 

A. What an interesting journey! I have been following your work for years and watched it evolve from painting acrylic to collage to your new digital work/ digital collage combination

What is the medium that you are using in this show?

 

Y. I can say mixed media, and that will be short and correct, but to be more precise, the base is acrylic. On top of the acrylic there is collage and on some of it colored pencils. 

 

A. These new Art stories are a fascinating combination of abstract, figurative imagery and something almost surreal. How does your process work?

 

Y. Thank you, I like your observations. It is a very intuitive process. It is like the art is formed through me, something that I cannot define, is guiding me in the process. It is really hard to describe. I could describe it in a different way. It feels like a dance between me and the materials, me and the process, where the art has a life of its own.

 

A: How did you get inspired to begin creating with the digital process?

 

Y. I got exposed to different Apps on my cell and computer. But even here, it started with my mother. She suggested to use Coral Painter 2018 free for a month, to try the program to see what I can do with it. She has been using painters forever. So I tried different programs and Apps and found myself manipulating parts of my own mix media work. It was really cool to see how I could not just make the art in my studio, but continue and explore parts of it through digital media. This show will have the original work as well as digital manipulations of it. It makes it very exciting and fascinating. 

 

A. What inspired this show?

 

Y. Hard to say. Life leads me. But Gallery 110 is a member’s gallery, and the artwork I am exposed to is very inspiring. I am trying to bring art and abstract closer to the people around me. The digital manipulation is making it easier to do so. It is like looking closer and closer at something and the closer you get, you see the same thing in a different way, get deeper into the story. 

 

 

A. Your work seems to flow and evolve. What do you start with? An idea or image or?

Y. I just start and it happens. That is the best answer I have. 

 

A.I always want to ask artists the question: What are your influences? 

 

Y. I think we are influenced by our background, and the things that are happening around us. But my art is happening at the moment. It just comes from the inside. 

 

A:. Do you have a favorite artist?

 

Y: You. I am also inspired by the exposure I have to artists from all over the world the more I spend time on Instagram. It is so cool. It is magic that it is so available. 

 

A. Thank you, I’m honored! When you moved to the U.S. from Israel did you notice any differences in the art scene or how you approached art? I’m wondering if you had different influences or ways of learning about art in Israel or if moving to the U.S. changed your art process or inspirations at all?

 

Y. I am sure it did, but not sure I can say how. It happened about 20 years back. 

 

A. This process of creating sounds very personal. Have these artworks changed you and if so, how?

 

Y. I keep changing and evolving, so it is hard to separate my art process from my personal growth and to say what influences what, the chicken and the egg story. But I am more clear about my emotional/spiritual process by now, so it is easier to share the art process, which allows conversations to happen with people. 

 

A. Your art feels very honest and expressive. Has it been a process to be able to share yourself so honestly in a public venue?

 

Y. It is still in the process, but it becomes more pleasurable. I think the exposure part is the hardest for most artists. In my perspective, it is not just personal, but the art brings part of you into the canvas/paper. That is the reason for the title: "An Abstract Self Portrait." each piece of art is a self-portrait. It can be realistic or abstract, conceptual or non-conceptual. That is the beauty of it, as the viewer, you can see parts of the artist in the art, as the artist, that is the risky part. Especially art, verses, let’s say music, stays on. Most people do not have a way to share themselves that way. Artists do. The more I am accepting myself as I am, the easier it is to share my art with the rest of the world. 

 

A. So, the show is at Gallery 110 in Pioneer square Seattle and you have quite a few events happening around the show. Lots of opportunities for visitors to enjoy and a chance to meet you and talk about the art!

Please tell us the details:

 

Y. The opening/Artwalk is on April 5th, from 5-8. It is really cool how on Artwalk night the whole neighborhood comes to life. Gallery 110 is in the Tashiro Kaplan Artist Lofts. It has many galleries and artists studios in and outside the building. During artwalk it is all open free to the public to come in and enjoy art. It feels like a big party to me. Come to talk about the art, meet the artists, and just meet new people. The creative vibes are in the air. 

 

A. And there is a reception also right?

 

Y. Artist Talk is Saturday April 14th 1-5, and the reception is April 21st 5-8 (for reception, please reserve by emailing to Director@gallery110.com.) During those two events we are going to do fun activities and talks about art. Come join the fun. For an example, on the 14th, Saundra Fleming, an amazing artist and a wonderful friend, who is opening her own solo show at Gallery 110, and I are going to converse about the connections and differences between our processes of doing the art and what connect us as artists, and in the art we will see on the walls in April. 

 

A. The show is from April 5-28th and I’m looking forward to seeing it!

 

Y. Thank you, great questions by the way, and thank you for this wonderful opportunity. 

website: YaelsArt.com.

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