From Zea Mays Printmaking’s website:
It all started with a quote (which will be revealed at the opening reception)
Two artists, one from Zea Mays Printmaking and another from the Peregrine Press (Portland, ME), created prints inspired by the quote. Once completed, the two prints were sent to another three artists from each of the organizing studios, those six prints to 19 other artists until 75 artists had responded to each other over the course of five months. Each new “generation” of artists made their original print inspired by anything from the previous generation’s pieces, be it a subject matter, mood, color, the quality of a line, or a combination of many aspects of the pieces.
The final 75 prints will be exhibited at the A.P.E. Gallery in Northampton, MA. from October 4 – 30, 2016 with a reception on October 14, 5-8 PM and again at the Institute of Contemporary Art Gallery at Maine College of Art in Portland, ME. from February 1 – March 4, 2017 with a reception on February 3, 5-8 PM.
10.09.2016 studio at The Studios at MASS MoCA, North Adams, MA
10.09.2016 Hoosac Tunnel
10.08.2016 Always stuffing stuff that can be stuffed.
I started my 2 week residency at The Studios at MASS MoCA last Friday.
Nancy L. Cartledge passed away on December 10, 2015. She was the owner and operator of Cartledge’s on Union Street in Easthampton, MA. It was a stationary/knick knack store. She ran it for 39 years and it was her father’s business before that.
The display windows changed regularly depending on what time of year and events were coming up. Ms. Cartledge could be seen adding and arranging them. It always seemed like a satisfying endeavor.
I did not have a relationship with Ms. Cartledge and only ventured into the store once. I enjoyed her hand written signs and display windows from the outside. When I would walk home from work I would sometimes take stock of who and what were on display. The bays showcased lots of piggy banks, sparkly pins, plastic animal mugs, platters, paper crafts, and bean bag bears. It seemed like many of the items came from the Oriental Trading Company magazine. Stuff that when I was a little I was in love with and would still be in love with if I wasn’t worried about the environmental ramifications on where it had been made and who had to make it and what it is made of and so on and so forth. I probably would have been a regular if not for the worry. Anyway, I still would feast my eyes on them and enjoy the look.
I loved that her store still existed. Her business had been around “forever” in Easthampton. It has been a witness the town now city’s many changes. There were loyal customers who too have lived in Easthampton their whole lives. A place in my new home town that had been around when the mills still ran and a bakery was in every neighborhood. The store had made it through the tougher times in Easthampton.
The one time I made it into the store I bought two things: a small red box that looked like a dice for Mathilda and a penguin notepad for Joshua. I guess I should have procured the little Paul Bunyan and Babe the Blue Ox that I had my eye on for many, many months, but eh.
The display windows are now empty with card stock over the back so one can not see into the store. The bays, empty of their wares, are beautiful in their age and construction. The backs have glass panels where the middle one opens up and one can get inside. There is a recess in the middle of the bay where one can stand inside the window and arrange everything.
I wonder how this space is going to change.
08.19.2015 real grass growing out of fake grass
08.05.2015 my favorites
08.06.2015 A love for my M. Or, a bunny with a strong personality.
08.23.2015 welcome Sasha, work on those neck muscles
07.02.2015 New Hampshire
07.08.2015 pre-telephone poles
07.11.2015 testing, testing 1,2,3……. back at Zea Mays Printmaking
06.25.2014 My Mountain
06.29.2014 watercolor monoprint plates
06.29.2014 watercolor monoprint plate and print
07.09.2014 If only I could be so good.
07.10.2014 testing 1 – 12
Mayra asked me this morning what type of baby I was having.
I said a human baby because my brain didn’t understand the question and it was wondering if she was asking if I was going to have a puppy or some other type of baby.
05.06.2014 pond scum
05.11.2014 super soakers
05.10.2014 playing with viscosity monotype
Last Saturday I got to help out with the wonderful Joyce Silverstone’s workshop Accidents Will Happen/Viscosity Monotype. The prints above are my experiments with thinning and thickening the water based inks.
Last Friday morning Josh called me out side to see a sad and confusing scene. There was a squirrel in the front yard trying to drag a dead squirrel up the tree by the neck. They were high up in the tree when I decided to go back in the house. When I left to go to work a half hour later the squirrel was back on the ground with the dead squirrel trying to get a large piece of bark off of it. When it got the bark off it grabbed the body and made another attempt up into the tree. I don’t want to assume it was a mother squirrel and her kid, but it seemed to be so. The squirrel would get so high up in the tree, higher than the house with the other squirrel in its mouth and then it would lose it. I came home after work to find the lifeless body prostrate on one of the above ground roots of the tree. I buried it.
01.07.2014 Sometimes things get left behind.
01.08.2014 Done Iron Man
01.24.2014 Working on “Ghostmaker’s Habitat”
01.31.2014 quilt top for a June baby
small smattering from
The Fourth Annual Peskeomskut Noisecapades
February 2, 2014
02.02.2014 tumble cat
02.02.2014 This piece made me remember what a sucker for Rene Magritte I am.