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 ofContinue reading ““I am the Beast” just the text”
Category Archives: 2015
Lessons of our heroes – Or watching the Agnes Martin Movie
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 pathContinue reading “Lessons of our heroes – Or watching the Agnes Martin Movie”
No apologies.. I’m a White Girl from Long Island.
… 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.”
Praying to Saint Agnes
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 HarwoodContinue reading “Praying to Saint Agnes”
Naming the Beast
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 thatContinue reading “Naming the Beast”
Opening and closing the doors and windows a bit slower.
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 committedContinue reading “Opening and closing the doors and windows a bit slower.”
UNLEARNING
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 toContinue reading “UNLEARNING”
Yet another attempt at illustrating the wild boar.
I think this one is actually on the right track. FINALLY!!! Here’s a sneak peek! Not putting it on Facebook just yet. Maybe when it’s finished.
DNA
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. IContinue reading “DNA”
Naples/Nipples
Ha! Well yeah, this is where I’m going I guess. The obvious reference from the statue of Romulus and Remus suckling from the she-wolf. Not sure how much explanation this really needs if you read The Wild Bore, Chapter 1 I’ve successfully liberated myself from illustrating the story with paintings. Whew! FYI
Val Sivilli 