MiMi's Lighthouse Window is a certainly stunning. Although it would be a stretch to claim any similarities between MiMi's psychological and physical work, the symbolic effectiveness of this piece can only be diminished by a viewer's untrained eye. Truly, details dominate the scenery while its differentials become distorted through MiMi's diverse artistry. X marks the spot and wire work is always the special sauce.
Kerry's Cardinal Window dictates that shifting replicants can indeed turn into frozen stills through diligent and artistic perseverance. What the viewer is left with is a swooping tribute to the darkness of our existence and the lightness of our being. And still, he flies.
The hands of a Warrior. Ever since Melissa was a pre-adolescent she has been fascinated by the endless oscillation of the spectral perceptions of religion. Her colors and the unblemished clears s that she's utilized prevail a sense of what could be along with a dawn of new understanding. Now, let's put our hands to Heaven.
Annette's pair of Suncatchers become more detailed and thrive even harder as she digs deeper into her cognizant origins. The mainstream public's taste for bright and loud are ignored by Nettie's exploratory use of wholehearted traditional hues counterbalanced with a swath of grand arcing themes. A Rose by any other name.
Linda F's Cross is ice personified as its sparkling elegance become transformed through her diligent and academic practice. The viewer is left with a moving tribute to the possibilities of enlightenment and guidance to weather our current climate. It's a calming presence on a turbulent sea of antiquity.
Running the risk of scoring superficial points, we should note that Jeannette's Shell Suncatchers exhibit a punk esthetic without being saddled by an underlying faux narrative. These post-counterculture entries elicit meaning for the truly lost. If you listen closely, you can even hear the ocean.
Why did Let feed the need to create a Suncatcher containing colors that she deemed to be cinematic for her united conceptual Cross of presentation? Perhaps the viewer (and I) can answer this burning query
by presenting meaningful facts about subjective matter in an attempt to understand more about Let. Live and Let lives!
by presenting meaningful facts about subjective matter in an attempt to understand more about Let. Live and Let lives!
Is it a state, or a state of mind? Lara asks this question from within her latest unassuming piece of art. We are all aimless at times, not knowing where we are or where we should be. These are deep, layered questions that cannot be easily answered unless we cast our fears aside and look deeply into our heartfelt emotive preclusions. We're not there, we're here!
Traditional gender roles need not apply here as Susan R's Reindeer disassociates from its identity from within its Christmas accoutrements. Alas, people will experience that which they require, regardless of pseudo-popular trends. Supposition aside, the reindeer knows the way to carry the sleigh.
Not being saddled with the same baggage as her less skilled Thibodeauxian counterparts, Jeannette has come full circle on her Sailboat Window. Lovely new tensions are synthesized from both orderly and random textures in this exquisite piece. Sailing takes her away.
The noir aspects of parenthood have clearly taken relevance to the birthing process Barbara undertook to begin this Rooster Window. Even in this incomplete state it already speaks of the darkness of our era, intermittent derivatives becoming transformed, and the social outposts of our culture. These, as we all know, are themes inherent to a Rooster.
A less consummate glass crafter would search throughout their distant past for evidence and/or reasons for collateral damage within a modern family for inspiration. Alas, Susan D has abandoned traditional reasoning and embraced the current ebb of ethnic apathy in her latest works. The green flesh simply, yet succinctly, screams of injustice. The black crow thinketh its own bird's white.
Sheri's coffee Window has provided her with a vehicle to further navigate glass avenues she began to explore when she abandoned them in her youth. There's a sense of nihilism here surrounded by a blooming possibility of, dare I say it? New order! Yet there's a burning axiomatic question clearly postured within the piece which can only to be answered by the viewer: Caffeinated or De-caf?
Martha's newest work explores the relationship between the tyranny of ageing and
the effects of self-imposed ethic values. With influences obviously derived from her readings of both Soren Kierkegaard and Hans Christian Andersen, Martha's staggering palette arouses new insights created from both opaque and transparent
layers. Geaux Tigers!
Desperately searching for an escape hatch from a false paradigm, Linda L has captured the tiniest slice Christmas and immobilized it in time. With fears fast becoming the tying laces of the straps of the life which bind us, this window makes us question the gifts of others. It also erases the 'so-called' lines between genres without exploiting the Frankincense and Myrrh.
Angie's hard at work forging symmetry between what she once was as an individual and what she has now metamorphosized into. Her Shell Window plumbs glorious new depths while resisting the temptation to search throughout obsolete emotions for evidence and reasons explaining how and why Angie resolved to present four shells rather than five. She sells Sea Shells.
New combinations have been generated from both the opaque and transparent structures within Cheryl's Winged Cross. Subtle shifts in detail reveal a deeper meaning and mood behind the lesser obvious significance of this piece. Her wings already exist-- all she need do now is to fly.
Lastly, is it minimal? Perhaps at first glance, but if you look deeply into the abyss of red you'll discover a full rich tapestry buried beneath the obligatory layer of crimson in Susan R's Sleigh. If the spectator truly opens their eyes they'll discover a richness of colors beyond the obvious which resides over the river and through the woods.
Paul
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