a collective convergence of dry sounds
with Suzanne and Robert Sullivan
a collective convergence of dry sounds
with Suzanne and Robert Sullivan
Photo from summer workshop 2024. Looking for a spot along Route 209 to put up the full size for the summer Upstate Art Weekend 2025.
There was a mountain near me when I was growing up. I could see it way across a long valley toward the Appalachian Mountains. It sloped slowly up to a point and then curved inward like a “C” and then sloped down at a faster rate. I have seen the same mountain multiple times to varying degrees of height as I got older working on my artworks. I saw it in Hungary while I was standing in a Jewish cemetery in Miskolc, and I saw it once from a second floor window in Villa de Leyva, Colombia.
Always a kind of surprise and memory at the same time, a clashing, strange feeling. Happiness. Humor. And loss. For what is being lost in the present and what was lost a long time ago looking at the mountain.
I hear stories about memory in every place I’ve gone with my artwork, Cocoon. Memory isn’t all sad stories but it’s often about loss. And sometimes awful gaping loss.
Every summer Martial and I have a Cragsmoor Summer Workshop where we work on an aspect of my artwork in preparation for future exhibitions and performance installations.
This year we will be taking one of my scale models (see above) and increasing the size to what will be half the size of the finished object which is quite large.