ANNOUNCING A NEWLY FORMED ARTIST COLLECTIVE FOR 2022 This blog post is a temporary landing page for our working dedicated website: STEAMROLLERGROUP.com From 1996 to 1998, a small cooperative gallery comprised of 12 not so local artists held exhibitions, auctions, poetry events and happenings at a small gallery space in the center of Frenchtown, NJ. … Continue reading STEAMROLLER GROUP
My mother is the only person to ever give me a diamond. Yet, even she kept taking it back. Once I put all the pieces of this story together it became a possibility to me that this praying mantis, this “Symbol of God”, this “Divine Messenger” could be my mother and she could very well … Continue reading THE NECKLACE
This morning I wondered, can a Pisces can actually put out a Leo’s Fire? I wondered this because a close and very dear acquaintance once told me that I should not be with a Pisces because water puts out fire. This statement has sat at the back of my head since she informed me of … Continue reading Rescue the Princess
My Studio is OPEN. 11-5pm Saturday only. Send an email for an appointment. My CONTACT info is HERE Send a HEADS UP text before you walk up my staircase. WEAR A MASK !!! FRIDAY evening I will be interviewed live at HAM via twitch.tv by “The Large Glass”
Tonight is somewhat like that fateful night so many years ago when I realized that borrowing from Peter to pay Paul had run its course. Terrifying moment. When it comes – to make yet another biblical reference – it was a ‘Come to Jesus’ kinda moment. I am having another ‘Come to Jesus’ moment right … Continue reading Late night melancholy
Source: https://www.simplypsychology.org/cognitive-dissonance.html “Festinger’s (1957) cognitive dissonance theory suggests that we have an inner drive to hold all our attitudes and behavior in harmony and avoid disharmony (or dissonance). This is known as the principle of cognitive consistency. When there is an inconsistency between attitudes or behaviors (dissonance), something must change to eliminate the dissonance.” Practically … Continue reading Psych 101
I bought a new microphone, a video light circle, getting jiggy with iMovie and I’ve been learning how to read with a little bit more emotion – sort of like singing. ! I think its getting a little bit better – thanks to a little bit to some friends….
Thinking about buying one? Click here. I am painting Bumble Bees because Barry and I have been living with a tribe, a nest, a colony of Bumble Bees this past summer. They have taken to living beneath the thresh-hold of our back door. I have written a short story. I hope you like it. Barry … Continue reading BUMBLES and BEES
“Nevermind if you think an angry black man is scary … try dealing with an old white lady when her food order gets screwed up – now that’s scary.” Incorrectly recalled quote posted via Instagram, tagged to me, her mother, by my 25 year old daughter currently living and working in Philadelphia. When I get … Continue reading A Righteous Old White Lady
Heejung Kim and Val Sivilli – RECENT WORKS: is on view at Raritan Valley Community College until March 16th 2018 at the RVCC ART GALLERY located in the COLLEGE CENTER HERE for Map of basement of the COLLEGE CENTER where the Art Gallery is located. HERE for link to Interactive Campus map. HERE for a … Continue reading Val Sivillli on view : 2/16 – 3/16 at RVCC Art Gallery !
Destroying work via the flame can be incredibly cathartic. I have to admit, when I first considered destroying my work was a sour grapes kinda thing. Feeling all sorry for myself. So much Work.. so little interest… not thinking the work is valued in any way except for in my own head.. and I am … Continue reading Purge and Burn.
It seems that 47 year old women tend to be metaphysically obsessed with the Phoenix. I am no different. I was intrigued with the entire thing – the egg, the nest, the burning nest, the consumption by flames, the rebirth. Lot of Phoenix images came out of me that year around 2007. This particular painting … Continue reading “Phoenix Nest” Burn it #5
T.H.A.T. , The Hunterdon Art Tour completed its first year triumphantly! It seems that most of the visitors to our studios this year were other artists. At first this worried me, but I quickly realized how great that actually is. As we create a stronger community, as we become cohesive, when we are able to easily work … Continue reading “Re-Inventing the Arts in Hunterdon County.”
Written by Rick Epstein Holland Township painter Val Sivilli and her inner beast were featured at this month’s installment of the Second Breakfast Visiting Artist Series on Friday. The series is held monthly in Sarah Ruppert’s art room during lunchtime, and students and staff are invited to attend. Lunch is BYO, but so far coffee and doughnut … Continue reading VISITING ARTIST Val Sivilli shares insights at Del Val High School
This past weekend, on the Friday night before Christmas, a group of very energetic and bold wonderful artists put together a pop up exhibition at the Prallsville Mills in Stockton, NJ. It was filled with artists from the county and beyond. Just bring your work! A wonderful night, wonderful energy. Barry purchased this little piece … Continue reading Hunterdon FERN
Something I wrote with levity this past summer. After treated a mysterious and painful rash on my hands with super duper cortisone infused hand cream and an intense and long prednisone session, the dermatologist froze off this very old wart that has lived on the palm of my hand since jeez I don’t know know … Continue reading Bison, Bison, Bison or WART BABY
They are murdering Canadian Geese. It happens every fall. Every October. With their tiny little brains beneath their Cabela’s camouflage hats that say “Make America Great Again” they hide like cowards in a camouflage boat under a camouflage tarp and aim their rifles at unsuspecting geese as the sun struggles to make it through the … Continue reading Camouflaged Intention.
link to val’s gallery on shopify This Friday from 6-9, Austin Henry Peer and Schuyler Burkeand Val Sivilli (me!) are showing our paintings at the Gryphon Cafe at 100 W. Oxford Street in Philadelphia. I’m not sure how long this show stays up, but the show will be fully hung for Friday, Sept 2nd ! Come see this … Continue reading First Friday in Kensington
This is the first complete week of “An American SideShow Spectacular” 57-58. News Broadcasts are typed over the drawings. They are from the week August 9, my 57th birthday, to August 16. Having completed one week, my process is becoming a bit clearer. It seems I will probably need to be a week or so ahead … Continue reading August 9-16 “Can you hear me now?”
On Tuesday, August 9, 2016, I turn 57. I will begin a year long project on that morning. I will draw everyday with a Pentel RSVP or Pilot Precise V7 RT. I will choose a single object or group of objects or scene to draw each week. I will sketch each subject from 7 different viewpoints. … Continue reading 57 – 58 : An American SideShow Spectacular
An American Sideshow Spectacular: A few new works… in the works… a little tease….. Artist statement: Val Sivilli These pieces begin with a Pentel RSVP pen sketch from my personal daily drawing journal. They are sketched from life. They are the visual observations of the details of my home. I draw while I am … Continue reading American Sideshow Spectacular
LINK to LIVING WITH BARRY – BLOG So, I live with this guy. His name is Barry. He speaks his mind. Most of the time, he is totally entertaining, loving, generous, interesting, passionate .. all those good things a woman wants. Just sometimes, he makes me a little bit insane. Now that I have assigned … Continue reading Living with Barry
…when I was 13, still in Junior High School on Long Island, I wore it on a gold bracelet. The horn was my Grandfather’s. I never met my Grandfather. Always the loyal daughter, I wore it everywhere to celebrate my love for my Dad and his love for his Dad. Then one day it was … Continue reading I Lost my Father’s Cornuto…
8/3/2015 If you ask, again, at the dinner table, why I don’t eat white flour, be prepared for a somewhat distasteful description of gastrointestinal malfunction. You have been warned. Mom is 84. Dad is 85. He has been in congenital heart failure for 12 years. Driving down to SMITHVILLE, to the housing development that lured … Continue reading Wichita Falls in the Garden State
A sweet time was had by me and I hope by at least a few others at the artist reception that the SFA gallery hosted this past saturday evening for my painting show “Unpacking the Wild Beast.” I was corralled by a crazy italian man from long island, complimented by the most amazing and productive … Continue reading On second thought….
I want to believe that if someone is saying something nice and loving to me, it is not because they are trying to hide their anger. When you are pissed off at someone, you’re just pissed off. Many times, there is good reason for being pissed off. Most often than not, there exists a misunderstanding … Continue reading Respecting ANGER or the problem with not showing anger.
I am the Wildest Boar. Or could it be that I am the wildest bore? I’m not sure sometimes but it probably doesn’t matter, at least not to me. It is not necessary to get philosophical about it or to even define the possibility of my existence. I am aware that I am inside of … Continue reading “I am the Beast” just the text
This residency has less than a week left. The oil paint really needs to dry. The paintings need to be rolled onto sonotubes in less than a week. So I really need to stop painting. So I took some photos of reflections from my windows. I walked around my little casita, started with the front doors, … Continue reading What a Painter Does When the Studio is getting Packed up.
When I first arrived in Taos, it was on its side, randomly abandoned on the north side of the house. It was partially covered in snow. It took a few days for me to absorb the fact that it did not belong out there. This wagon, conspicuously RED among the stark brown January landscape of … Continue reading The RED Market Wagon sitting outside my window.
Inevitably, whenever we watch one of our heroes speak of their process, our inclination is to feel as if we have failed on some level and will never achieve even a minimally comparable level of success – either within our work or in the world at large. We realize that we already took the wrong path … Continue reading Lessons of our heroes – Or watching the Agnes Martin Movie
… And I love the blues. Cause I got the blues just like anyone else got the blues. But this white girl always had this little nagging thing in the back of her head. Not poor enough, not rich enough, not smart enough, not pretty enough, not ugly enough, not thin enough, not fat enough, … Continue reading No apologies.. I’m a White Girl from Long Island.
The inside and the outside of the body, the inside and the outside of the mind – a family, a neighborhood, a political system, and system of ideas – DNA. all of this and more. My work mines the connections, the frustrations, the definitions. Life redefines itself yet we always come back to who we are. Who … Continue reading The Dreaded Artist Statement
Yes, yes, I did that. Because, well, shit, i was able to get some success with only tiny little paintings – smaller studies – to get all ready for the bigger paintings, well, I’ll tell ya, they got over controlled and just looked kinda dead and I got so frustrated……… So I went to the Harwood … Continue reading Praying to Saint Agnes
They are cutting off the heads of people. Cutting off the heads of people and filming these people cutting off the heads of other people. They are feeling as if they need to cut off the heads of people and feeling as if they need to film the cutting off of the heads of people. … Continue reading Off With Your Head!
Resume the placing of the mark on the field and the race began once again. It was the middle of the night and she wanted to go out for a walk but the moon would not cooperate. Everything that was visible is now unseen, unknown and full of the fear that night can sometimes bring. … Continue reading Morning
Placed within academia, me, a common Long Island girl, a “normal” girl, as my first Lesbian, separatist art school roommate called me, I was tossed into the higher educational system without much preparation.. Without warning. ACADEMIA! This “normal” girl had a very high regard for her “animal” self – her instinctual self. The person that … Continue reading Naming the Beast
Part of being in another place is listening to the local public radio. Pure joy really. Except when you find yourself listening to Ravel’s Bolero. I just couldn’t help felling really sorry for the drum section. So repetitive. A bit of torture. But it’s the only station that comes in clearly, so I’ve been committed … Continue reading Opening and closing the doors and windows a bit slower.
For the first time in over 2 weeks, I had a REAL nights sleep, FINALLY. I’ve been beyond tired. When I was 19 years old, I was determined to quit art school and move up to Woodstock, NY and become a potter. So, knowing nothing about how to actually do that, I drove up to … Continue reading UNLEARNING
DNA .. Bloodlines … Ancestry … Naples .. Bari … When I went to Italy, I stood outside of a the Hotel Luna in Amalfi. I have been told that the Barbaro’s, my mothers family on my grandfathers side, owned and operated that Hotel. I walked inside. I was fully prepared to introduce myself. I … Continue reading DNA
Sleeping has not been coming easy since I left New Jersey. I’m used to a full uninterrupted 7 hours and that’s just not happening. It’s like I’m In a Twilight kinda resting thing. I finally put some heavier curtains over the windows since the moon is so bright. A local woman told me to “make … Continue reading Making friends with the Moon.
Just as the full gravity of Abraham Verghese’s character Shiva, finds his life’s path in Cutting for Stone, and tears are streaming down my face and as I’m cutting stencils to change directions on the paintings that I have begun, I think of my good friend Fred, who loaned me the audio book. I thought … Continue reading Crow mind.
It’s a strange inexplicable fear that has come over me because my little cell phone has become non functional and it seems that whatever I or verizon does has no power to fix it so that the checking calling checking answering looking clicking touching caressing the thing is not a part of my day minute … Continue reading Night # 1 The Shaman at the Verizon Store
Those moments these pondering of wishing Of wishing that it were different Be damned Those mind games of peeling apart the words that come out of my mouth Be damned Those self flaggelative mind fucks that feed the beast Be damned, be gone. Walk Walk
In 3 days, I will be in the road, in my car and heading for New Mexico for my very first artist residency. I’m not sure why I haven’t ever gone to an artist residency before. It seems kind of silly, really, that I haven’t. There are various reasons that I could manage to muster … Continue reading 3 days… And counting down.
So these feelings that pop up, they just seem to come from nowhere. Although that could not be possible. Can’t come from nowhere. Gotta come from somewhere. I’m wondering if my friend, my animal, my inner beast, my boar/bore, boor…. Bohar…. Has friends or family that live in other people, other humans. I’m mean, it … Continue reading Chapter 3 ?