This exhibition was up in 2013 and was posted on my Facebook page, but I'm just now adding it to the blog as well. Photos of the opening reception were lost in a hard drive crash, so this is all there is. If you have any photos from the event to share, please do email them to me!
Honey in the Heart
What is Apiometry?Well, it’s a made-up word for the geometric and mathematical feats of
the bees.And by bees, I mean any
comb-building pollinators.But especially
honey bees because of the intimate relationships we humans have created with
them.That’s where the apiary comes in,
a two-way street of co-evolution, a place to see that we are not so different
from, nor can we live without the bees.
Honey in the Heart
There are so many lessons to learn from the bees, and I have
only just begun my apprenticeship.The
primary lesson behind this series was the experience of the hum, the vibration
that fills all the air around a human when tending to the beehives.It’s like being suspended in air and time, a
meditative state induced by external forces.Not only an external force, but the combined force of many tiny
miraculous insects.
It is from this space that I began this project, and it is
this space I return to when I seek calm, when I seek peace, when I seek
balance. It is this lesson that I least expected and from which I gained the
most.It is from here that I begin this
journey that has only just begun.It is
from here that I step forward into my next lessons, to gather pollen from which
to bear future fruits.
Swarm and Brooding
Of course, there are many other things to be learned from
the bees.I hope to convey that the bees
are not alone as pollinators.We, too,
pick up bits and pieces and move them around and drop them off where they’re
needed in order to produce fruits of many labors.These bits and pieces are ideas, supplies,
information, anything we pick up and pass along. Willing or not, we pollinate
each other, and we have no choice but to relinquish ourselves to the hive in
order to survive.
As always, I owe many deep thank-yous to the beautiful
beings who helped me create this exhibition.As always, I couldn’t have done it without all of you.
Thank you, thank you, thank you to Mark Walters of Miel
(Duluth) for being open and kind enough to take me on as an “apprentice” of
beekeeping, for going out of your way to give me this incredible and longed-for
opportunity to work with the bees.Thank
you for teaching and guiding me.
Thank you, Tom Fitz, for building frames for me, and thank
you for enjoying the process so much.Thank you for always arriving with bright clean energy and a positive
outlook on life to feed my creative fire.And thank you for muffins, wine and fish.
Thank you to Eric Faust and Duluth Coffee Company for
creating a welcoming place to start my days.Thank you for your openness to having my work displayed here and for the
positive support you have given me through the whole process.And thank you for delicious coffee.
Thank you to Brittany Kruger for taking photos of my work
and for being a beautiful and kind support for me.Thank you for “tea” dates, for reaching out
to make a connection, and for knowing that neither creativity nor science can
thrive without an open style.
Thank you to Dana Johnson for giving me printmaking supplies
to try something new, for always encouraging me to follow my creative path and
for cross-pollinating my ideas and dreams with endless inspiration.Thank you for two-hour skype dates that pass
by as brief moments in time.
Thank you to all my relations, but on this day, especially
the bees.Thank you for the magic, for
your healing vibrations, thank you for gathering the sweetness of the flowers
which without you seem to serve no other purpose than beauty, for reminding us
not only of the utility of beauty but that utility does not preclude beauty.
I can’t imagine a better compliment, or complement, than hearing someone say she or he was leaving the reception to go play music, or to create something beautiful, or to have inspired conversation.I am so grateful to this community.Thank you for all of your support.I wonder how I would be able to create anything beautiful if I was not surrounded by beauty every day.
Thank you to Nathan Parent for sharing your music with us all.
Thank you to Carrie and Amy for making delicious treats to share.
Thank you to Scooter for taking these lovely photos of our work together.
As always, I could never have accomplished this alone:
Thank you to my dad for building frames. Thank you to Honore and the Black Cat. Thank you to Scooter for agreeing to share this exhibition with me on a leap of faith, for motivation and inspiration, and for laughter, smiles, and hugs. Thank you to Monica for the space, patience, moral support, and many dinners and bottles of wine. Thank you to Amy for moral support and technical assistance, conversation, laughter and love. Thank you to Brian for last minute moral support, bread, framing assistance and photography. Thank you to my mom for supplies and encouragement. Thank you to everyone who asked how the show was coming along, for the support you all have given me. Thank you to this place, for the darkness, the silence and sounds of nature, the stars, the water, and the cycles of life. Thank you to all my relations for unending inspiration and beauty, and for the treasures I’ve found along the way.
While I did take the time recently to set up a studio space in my basement and to organize all my art supplies, I am still not able to find the time to quiet my mind enough to create. So, for now my creative outlet is a different blog that I'm writing for school. I'm glad I [was] "volunteered" for this because someone is expecting me to sit down and write creatively at least once a week, so I'm keeping some creative energy flowing anyway...
In February of 2008, I had no idea why I was going to Guatemala.I just knew that it was time to go after dreaming it up for a few years.I had promised a friend that I would visit him there at some point during his 3-year teaching gig but hadn’t bothered to connect in with him before purchasing my plane ticket.Of course, I arrived on his last day there before returning to the states for a visit.But there was something else drawing me to Guatemala - a lake; and I knew it would all be perfect.
It was Lago de Atitlan and it was a 3+ hour chicken bus ride out of Guat-city – but add on at least an hour for a girl without a road map (does one exist??), no sense of direction in a foreign land, and no Spanish other than a Lonely Planet phrase book…
I stayed at a place that offered scuba diving – something I always wanted to take up.I was there to live out a dream that wasn’t quite ready to be realized.Instead I met Gabo within hours of my arrival.The next day he took me to Jaibalito, a small village barely touched by tourists.Here I met some Maya people, learned a few words of Tz'utujil, and skipped out on my PADI certification to pick up garbage.Clearly it was a different dream that was waking up.
After a few days, I remembered a brief phone call I made from the Houston airport to a friend of a friend who I was referred to because she knew people there.Oh, I forgot to mention that I had only booked four of eleven nights’ stay prior to my departure and just figured I would figure it out once I got there…. No need to be tied down once my PADI course was over.So, my friend figured I might need a place to stay.Well, I got an email address out of the phone call and reassurance that I shouldn’t pay any attention to anyone who said I was crazy because I would be just fine there.And this was true.
So, I emailed Pedro and asked to meet him.After a few boat taxis and a hike up to the top of the hill in San Pedro, along with a new friend I had made along the way, we met Pedro in front of the bank.And we followed him trough tiny alleyways; down, down, down past stray dogs and yard birds and houses with no glass in their windows.The whole time my new friend was muttering under her breath things like, “This is crazy.This is how people disappear in Guatemala.This is exactly what you are NOT supposed to do.Are you serious?”
Then we came to the Cruz residence: A small house filled with friendly greetings and with a staircase that led up to an artist’s studio.This is where I first glimpsed the work of Lorenzo Cruz Sunu.And I instantly knew this was special.I learned that selling paintings was a primary source of income for this family with 8 siblings.Other members of the family create beautiful beadwork or weave textiles.I knew that I had channels through which I could help this family earn income.
Now, over a year later, we have worked together to create an art exhibit in St Paul, Minnesota.
Like anything in my life, I couldn't have done this without the help of my friends. I owe a huge 'thank you' to Chad for building stretcher frames and to Dana for helping me (a novice) stretch the paintings. Thank you for your willingness, patience and unexpectedly great appreciation for the artwork.
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EXHIBITION TZ` UNUN` YA
Lake of the Birds Exhibition
IXIMULEEW
IXIM (mazorcas, cob)
ULEEW (tierra)
Heart of heaven and earth. Respect for life and equality, and not a single soul to discrimination; Maya, Ladino, Garifuna and Xinca. It also represents the four cardinal points.
$240SOLD
TERNURA, tenderness
It represents life and peace, love and joy, age and color, homeless and reconciliation.
$240
EXPRESIĂ’N DE INFANCIA.Expression of childhood
Harmless and tender gaze of indigenous children; represents humility and love in the world
$220
PASCUAL ABAJ. Brotherhood of Chichicastenango.
$330
MAXIMON, wooden sculpture and brotherhood Santiago AtitlĂ n, SololĂ .
$330
CANDELA CEREMONIAL, Ceremonial Candle.
Hand made by the Texeles from the wood ofa fig tree. The seed of the plantis grinded and boiled to obtain the way for the candlestick. The candles are carried by Texeles during the processions of the brotherhoods.
$220
MELODIAS DEL PUEBLO, Melodies of the village.
Our souls vibrate as the sound of the marimba; voice soft as a tender mother and the singing of birds in the forests, the sweet embrace of a mother, the marimba is instrumental power of nature and man in the transformed The melody is the traditional SON.