Memory Creating the Self ~ Experiential Memory

Life is a balance between holding on and letting go.

~Rumi

2/4/2015 

7 3/4" x 5 3/4"

450.00

Yet another post about my solo show! (I did mention there were 33 pieces in all.)

There were 15 works in the "Experiential Memory" group of paintings. Some I've already posted on the post about the reception, and some I've still yet to post. These particular paintings relate to people (even if they look like flowers!) and to places I've lived.

Once again for those that are happening upon this post and haven't seen the previous writings about my show, here is the artists' statement. 

We are made of memory; genetic, experimental and body memory. We embody that which has come before us, as well as what we have experienced on our journey here. How much do we hold from our own past that we do not remember?

There are places and people we are linked with forever because they have left their mark on us. What is it that we will imprint on others and what will we leave behind?

My work integrates gold metal leafing, which incorporates memories of Thai temples and Italian altarpieces, from my own experience, as well as some deeper sense memory, that cannot be explained. There is a connection to history and tradition that I feel, as if I have been doing it for centuries.

All works are oil on wood panel with gold metal leafing.

(Music from the reception)

1979

8 x 8"

400.00

I chose to paint our sweet Japanese exchange student Noriko, who came to stay with us the summer between 5th and 6th grade. She brought a new world to me outside of my small California beach town. 

Be foolishly in love, because love is all there is.

~Rumi

1989

8 x 8"

(sold)

The painting above became very surreal, in style. I was fighting against it, in the beginning, but then I realized my memory of the place was indeed otherworldly. It was a place my friend and I found to live, on the Ocean, when I was only 20. It was like an incredible dream, to lie in bed and hear the ocean, to toast the sunsets and to play Chet Baker and cook pasta dinners for our friends ... and it was also the first time I ever fell in love.

1973

6 x 6"

(sold)

This was a beautiful pelican who sat on the Ventura Pier letting us take his picture. It's the town where I grew up, and the place I feel in love with the sound of the waves crashing on the beach and of sea birds and where most of my childhood memories live.

Don't sit and wait.

Get out there, feel life.

Touch the sun, and immerse in the sea.

~Rumi

1993 (on the easel)

10 x 10"

500.00

This next painting, was the piece that got me started on doing gold leafing again. I didn't know it would lead me to a whole concept for a show about images and memories that stay with you and become part of your being, and that help create the person you've become. 

I guess that's often the way of things. It looks like a simple still life, but it became something much more.

7/7/2015

7 3/4 x 5 3/4"

(sold)

Come, let us all be friends for once

Let us make life easy on us,

Let us be lovers and loved ones,

The earth shall be left to no one.

~Sufi Saying

Hope you are all enjoying the gifts of the season,

Blessings and light!

Memory Creating the Self ~ Body Memory

The wound is the place where the light enters you.

~Jalaluddin Rumi

Memory Creating the Self:

Body Memory

12/2008

Oil and gold metal leafing on wood panel

20 x 16"   (sold)

The body remembers, 

the bones remember, the joints remember,

even the little finger remembers.

Memory is lodged in pictures and feelings in the cells themselves.

Like a sponge filled with water,

anywhere the flees is pressed, wrung, 

even touched lightly,

a memory may flow out in a stream.

~Clarissa Pinkola Estes

These were some of my most personal paintings, not only of this solo show but of any work I've done. There were only 5 of these pieces, among the 33 in my solo show, but I think they are some of the most intimate and effective. I did them because they were important for me to do, on a personal level, but I really needed them to make the concept of the show feel complete.  

Here is my artist's statement, if you missed it in the previous post. That post also included photographs of the opening reception, some of the works, as well as a description of how the show was set up.

We are made of memory; genetic, experimental and body memory. We embody that which has come before us, as well as what we have experienced on our journey here. How much do we hold from our own past that we do not remember?

There are places and people we are linked with forever because they have left their mark on us. What is it that we will imprint on others and what will we leave behind?

My work integrates gold metal leafing, which incorporates memories of Thai temples and Italian altarpieces, from my own experience, as well as some deeper sense memory, that cannot be explained. There is a connection to history and tradition that I feel, as if I have been doing it for centuries.

2/2/2009

Oil and gold metal leafing on wood panel

"5 x 5" 

For this group of works, some of the subject matter was of a moment in time, like a CT scan or a surgeon saying "We took a planet out of you," but for others, the memories happened over time, like damage to vocal chords and not being about to sing or find my voice. 

The following piece represents multiple memories and multiple meanings. My arms became thin, poked and prodded, but they also hold and embrace ... my hands hold and create, my palms read in my childhood by my great grandmother ...  

And, just as the gold has it's own meaning (see artist's statement) the fabric color holds a spiritual symbolism and significance.

The words emerge from her body 

without her realizing it,

as if she were being visited by the memory of 

a language long forsaken.

~Margherite Duras

2003/2009

Oil and gold metal leafing on wood panel

20 x 10"  (sold)

1985  

Oil and gold metal leafing on wood panel

8 x 8"  

2/21/2009

Oil and gold metal leafing on wood

14 x 11"  (sold)

Return often and take me, 

beloved sensation, return and take me-

When memory of the body awakens,

and old desire again runs through the blood;

when the lips and skin remember,

and the hands feel as if they touch again.

~ C.P. Cavafy

If you missed the first post on my solo show, and would like to check it out, please click here

The show runs through October 30, 2016

Blessings and light!

Memory Creating the Self ~ My Solo Show

Memory is the treasury

and guardian of all things.

~Marcus Tullus Cicero 

Reception for Memory Creating the Self

September  18, 2016

1982  

6 x 12" 

oil on wood, with gold metal leafing

Here is my artist's statement for the show, as well as the list of works, which continue on the other side ... 33 in all!

In case it's too small to read on the paper, above, here is my artist's statement about the show: 

We are made of memory; genetic, experimental and body memory. We embody that which has come before us, as well as what we have experienced on our journey here. How much do we hold from our own past that we do not remember?

There are places and people we are linked with forever because they have left their mark on us. What is it that we will imprint on others and what will we leave behind?

My work integrates gold metal leafing, which incorporates memories of Thai temples and Italian altarpieces, from my own experience, as well as some deeper sense memory, that cannot be explained. There is a connection to history and tradition that I feel, as if I have been doing it for centuries.

All works are oil on wood panel with gold metal leafing.

For the reception, I made up a playlist of music from the 1920s, 30s, 40s and so on, to fit in with the idea of memory, most of which are songs that bring back my own memories. 

This one, is of Sarah Vaughan singing Come Rain or Come Shine, which my mom used to sing. (And she sang it at the Hollywood Bowl in the 1960s.)

With the exception of two paintings, all the works were painted in 2016.  Because there are so many, 33 in all, I will do more posts with the works not shown here, as well some of the processes and "work in progress" shots. The painting above, with the 66 GTO and Lowliner trailer, was the first one to sell, on the day of the reception.

Along the wall on the left (you can see in the photo above) hung the group of 13 pieces related to genetic memory ... my ancestors. 

The titles of all works in the show were dates. There were many reasons I chose to do that, but one was the sense of time passing and the memories building upon themselves, to create "the self," as well as giving the images more space for interpretation by the viewer.

1948

12 x 6"

(sold)

On the wall as you enter, it begins with my paternal grandparents, Mabel and Charles, and continues with their parents and grandparents.

1934

10 x 8" 

(sold)

And then my maternal side of the family.

At that far end of the room, on the smaller wall, I hung the 5 "body memory" paintings. Probably my most personal of the show. I'll do another post about them next.

Along the wall on the right, opposite the "genetic memory" group, I hung the "experiential memory" pieces.  (These below have all sold)

For memory, we use our imagination.

We take a few strands of real time and carry them with us,

then like an oyster we create a pearl around them.

~John Banville

With all the gold leaf and the pieces relating so much to history, I decided to polish up my 3 old silver trays, 2 nights before the reception! We set the food and drinks up outside the studio. 

1936

12 x 6" (sold)

The day would not have been the same without my 94 year old grandmother there! It was incredible. Here we are, with the portrait of her with her guitar between us, and on either side of us, her Maternal (left) and paternal (right) grandmothers!

Anna Whitney's (far left) mother was Anna Grant. The Grants were from the Clan Grant that originated in the Scottish highlands. We believe Anna Grant's mother was a Cameron, also from the Highlands. (My sister has gotten me even more into my ancestry, these days.) More on the Scottish ancestry when I get to my post about going to the highland games last Sunday, in Ventura.

1867-1944

20 x 16" 

1,100.00 

What we hold in our heads -our memory, 

our feelings, our thoughts, our sense of our own history 

- is the sum of our humanity.

~Richard Eyre

And this one, below, is my Grandma's mother, who we called Gongie, along with my Grandma's  father Julian. Gongie lived until I was in High School and I have so many memories of her so lovingly singing us to sleep with lullabies she'd written, reading our palms and our tea leaves, and telling us stories.

1923

10 x 8"  600.00

Here are a few more of the "Experiential Memory" pieces ... (all three sold at the reception.)

My beautiful (and fabulously stylish) sister brought these beautiful figs from her trees in Ojai, along with the beautiful wooden bowl ... which now sits on my coffee table at home!

It's surprising how much memory

is built around things unnoticed at the time.

~Barbara Kingsolver

1974

8 x 8" (sold)

5/1996

8 x 8" (sold)

Memory is the fourth dimension to any landscape.

~Jent Fitch

Just a few of the beautiful bouquets people brought to me at the reception! 

My sweet work family, who said "If you ever want to do your own show here ..." Thank you Paul and Donna! I'm so lucky!

With my parents, sister and nephew ... I love this photo!

The turnout was incredible and a bit overwhelming.  There were old and new friends, cousins, aunts and uncles, old classmates and my students, and people that I didn't know. There was this big blanket of love and support for me, and for my work.  My friend Victoria even flew in from Colorado! 

The response to the work and the show, as a whole, was incredibly positive.  

My amazing friend Malaika, (we first met when she was my painting teacher at UCLA extension and who has been an incredible help and support!) said it was my best work, and that she was inspired by how personal the work was and how beautifully the show all came together.  I'm paraphrasing probably, but it was great hearing such positive feedback from an artist and friend whom I so deeply respect and admire.

And then ... this.

My sweet 13 year old student Olivia made me the most incredible homemade banana cream pie, which must have weighed 10 pounds. Two of my girlfriends who took the train up from San Diego, for the reception, spent the night and we dug into it at 8 o'clock in the morning, the next day. Delicious! 

I was delirious for the following two weeks but it was all worth it. 

What's next? Actually, I have a few things in mind!

Gratitude is when memory 

is stored in the heart and not in the mind.

~Lionel Hamton

Blessings and light!