TAG Gallery is pleased to present the
2013 California Open Exhibition
August 14 – 30, 2013 Reception & Awards Ceremony: Saturday, August 17, 5 – 8pm
Juror: Edward Goldman, art critic for KCRW, NPR affiliate station and The Huffington Post
Reiko Niwa Berg
Frederick Brashear Jr.
Nicholas Fedak II
TAG Gallery, Bergamot Station Arts Center, 2525 Michigan Ave. Bldg. D3, Santa Monica, CA 90404
www.TAGgallery.net 310.829.9556 firstname.lastname@example.org Hours: Tues. – Sat. 11am – 5pm
Clay is a living thing.
The statement often heard is that the artist brings life, “a lifeless lump of clay”. I do not agree. The clay has been something; it has lived many lives, and has perhaps seen many things. Was it a mighty tree at one time, breathing air, and standing tall in the primeval forest? Did it die, fall, and petrify to rock? Over time did the rock break down into granules, some so fine as to end up in a creek bed, blue dirty clay? How long would this have taken? This is just one scenario of the metamorphosis of a living thing transforming.
So, I wonder, just because we don not see the movement or the eyes, it does not mean they are not there. In his book “Skinny Legs and All” by Tom Robbins take us on a journey with a Conch Shell, a Silver Spoon, a Dirty Sock, a Painted Stick and a Can of Beans. We are observed by many things in our busy, insignificant lives. Sometimes the slowest, most trivial movment is the most interesting.
A new comer to clay asked “How do you know how long to wedge, how do you know when it is ready?” My friend Arthur responded “The clay will let you know”. My life’s obsession has been to become more and more sensitive to what the clay has to say to me
Mermaid sighting in Monterey! Monterey CA designer Ron Hutton snapped this pic of Petite Marine in an opulent powder room designed around Herself. Outfitted for a mermaid-heart`s desire–from shell sconces to art nouveau curves, plenty of bling,–and a view of Monterey Bay, we salute Ron for this glamorous home by the sea.
Hot Air Balloon
Filling, Building, Billowing.
Hot, Lift, Buoyant,
I’m Building My Fire.
Accumulates in My Soul.
I’m ready to soar
I Cut Each Rope
That Strains to Hold Me Down.
I am Flying,
I am Soaring
I am Free.