Here’s something I’ve been playing with – using the dioramas to build sequential narratives. It’s a character study in comic form, if you will. Here’s the scoop:
After the Second American Civil War, but before WWIII, a villain released cosmic space dust into the atmosphere. As a result, new beings joined us, and it was just the beginning.
Watch out for the space dust.
The inspiration for this comes from family, and in particular, my grandmother.
Rosamond Laurie Doran died before I was born, in Panama. She was a nurse.
The names on the tombstones belong to the dead raccoons that were killed by cars. They are buried in my yard.
There is a ghost in the clock – shrouded, because I’ve never met this particular ghost.
Above the bolo knife is a painting my grandmother made. It’s the only thing I have of hers. It hangs in my dining room, and she signed it. She was quite beautiful.
I often sense that she looks after me.
My dad and I used to eat smokey kippered herring on saltines, when I was a kid. The tins came with a key that would open the can. If you didn’t do it correctly, a little metal tab would snap off and it was difficult to get the can open.
This scene shows the ghost of Triton, haunting his old haunt. He’s accompanied by old friends. All the eyes glow in the dark. All the eyes except his.
I think one of the best parts of entering the Land of the Dead will be reuniting with old friends (and by friends, I mean dogs).
This scene is made of several layers. The church door opens, too.
This is a silver pocket watch, which was broken when I found it.
I found this treasure at a yard sale. It needed a little freshening up because it didn’t seem finished. Here is the original (minus the frame):
And here’s the completed version.
P.S. I’ve done a similar piece, which is on view elsewhere.
I am very fortunate to be a curator for this year’s Alchemical Vessel’s exhibit at the Joan Hisaoka Healing Arts Gallery at Smith Center for healing + the arts in Washington, D.C.
This also makes my second year as a contributing artist. Below are the images on my take of the theme “The Night’s Journey.”
Here is the gallery postcard with the details (click for full size):
This piece is made in a late grandfather’s violin (thank you Jeanne and luthier Susan Hopkins for helping me get it/open). This is in the current show at the Smith Healing Gallery in DC – details here. Without saying too much, I love string instruments that have f-holes. This particular violin echoes a coffin, and the figure of Pierrot is trying to make his way to the Land of the Dead. He is constrained by gold thread, held by clergy-like figures. He is also being pulled onward by silver thread, and is trapped between two worlds. I wonder about famous souls who were idolized during their lives (David Bowie, for example), and how the mass grief of a society might effect a transition to, say, the Land of the Dead.