As per my previous blog posts, my plan--I don't know why I still use that word--was to continue working on my group of nichos. Well...I got sidetracked. (My work as an artist is basically a series of meandering sidetracks--but that's what makes it fun and different from the drudgery of my real job.) Over the last couple of years I've been collecting vintage photos. Some are posed, studio shots; some are random, slice-of-life, black-and-whites from the 1950s and 1960s; some are what were called "cabinet photos"; and some are postcards (Can you believe that? Some people used to turn photos of themselves into postcards and actually mail them to others. Seems weird to me). Anyway, this postcard photo of an old, dour-looking woman sitting in a rocking chair on her front porch has been gracing my workspace for quite some time now. Part of my process is imagining the real stories behind the subjects of these old photos. For this particular woman, I figured the persona from the photo (hair pinned up; long, drab dress; rocking away on the front porch) was just window dressing for her real life when the sun goes down: town party girl. Yeah, I know, I need to get professional help. Here's a photo of the old gal in my latest piece entitled--what else?--PARTY GIRL. If you'd like to see more images, please visit my New Work page.
The (sometimes mad) ramblings of a mixed media artist.