Open Studio Party!

Ladies and Gents,

The gals and I are finally having our much anticipated Open Studio Housewarming Party. Please join us, check out our art, and have some libations foods and dance. Experience the unveiling of our new collective printshop, B.Y.O. Studio, with the littlest etching press ever, and lots of nice working space.

PileofGirls, aka Sammy baby, will be providing a 'kick you in the fucking neck' dance party experience. It's not to be missed!

Saturday, November 7, 2009. 7:00pm
Come early to spectate art, and later for dancing and debauchery.

B.Y.O. Studio
Amber St Studios, studio 2-4-S (Fourth Floor, Yellow Door!)
3245 Amber Street (at Allegheny Avenue in Port Richmond)
Philadelphia, PA 19134

Mutabor, 2007

Mutabor
A series of 12 etchings on Arches Cover

The Frog PrinceThe Onion
Blessed
Sculpt in Print
Scarred
On the Fringe
Martyr
Marriage Beach
Long Distance Hearing Aid
Generation House
Clipped
Alpha House

Statement, 2009

Contemporary femininity is full of blurred boundaries, undefined roles, chemical control. I make sculpture out of the parts; there are objects of daily routines that are inherently and historically feminine. Twining's first tea shop was catered to women, and the image of women chatting over tea is omnipresent. For me, tea has always been 'a girl thing,' and I consider the paraphernalia and detritus of tea drinking to be equal to the paraphernalia and detritus of taking the pill. To bring the contemporary topics of sex and reproduction to the table of the historically feminine and sedate tearoom, I combine the contemporary pharmacological ritual object, the birth control pill, with archaic ritual objects like makeup compacts, mirrors, and doilies.

Working with wood, metal, and fire is still not considered as a feminine art, despite that boundary being torn down decades ago by women. I find beautiful balance when something from a man’s world, like a saw blade, is nestled amongst those womanly objects like birth control pills, or pearls and lace. Often precarious, sometimes brutal, the artworks that manifest from these musings remain quaint. They are a fragile and terrifying portrait of what it means to be a woman today, if that can even be defined.

New work! Objects for Tea Time

Objects for Tea Time.

Pearl Diver Map, 2009
woman's compact, paper, pearls

A Few Good Days, 2009
woman's compact, birth control pills, band saw blades, powder

Trophy, 2009
woman's compact, birth control pills, band saw blades, plastic

Tea Table, 2009
pine, horse hair, birth control pills, doily, pearl

Sweet Mary, 2009
woman's compact, birth control pills, band saw blades, compact accessory

A little too dedicated

Last week I parked my bike on 18th street on one of the bastardized parking meter poles; the ones with the bar left at the top so bikes don't get lifted off of them...

Apparently, the holes were the parking meters were attached have become miniature trash cans, or compost bins.

I was quite tempted to *remove* this teabag from the pole I was locked to, you know, for my teabag art.

But I decided against it. Too gross. A new rule: only when I know where they came from will I use someone else's spent teabag.


Later that day, I saw another spent teabag in the middle of the street. What is the world coming to??

Pills!Pills!Pills!...I mean...Girls!Girls!Girls!

In case you're a craigslist junkie....this is from me, not some copycat:

http://philadelphia.craigslist.org/ats/1386712345.html

I'm serious, though. I need your pills. I'm addicted.

Custom Bookplate

So a few years ago I was commissioned by my good friend, Bret Bowie Hays, to design and produce a bookplate. He was entering seminary at the time, and wanted his bookplate to reflect his new devotion to his church.