Interdisciplinary. Community. Advocacy. Humor.
My husband, Steven Foutch, is a Printmaker. I am a Jewelry Artist. And our five-month-old son, Henry, is as yet undecided. But together, we three are already heavily involved in collaboration.
So far Steven and I have braved two collaborative exhibitions and are now scheduled for a third in Spring 2018 at the Texas A&M University – Commerce, TX – University Gallery as part of their limited exhibition series, Artist Couples.
With a little over a year to develop this next collaborative effort, we are excited to see where so many changes will take us, together and apart, as a family and as artists. This blog is an attempt at staying connected to our process (and schedule!) while sharing tales of our successes and sidesteps with a greater community of sympathetic makers – all filtered through the necessary lenses of humor and sincerity.
Below: Installation View of our last collaborative exhibition ‘Fronts’ at Brookhaven College - Farmers Branch, Texas
Above : Installation View of Still Morning(from Steven)I am writing this post for Kathleen and Henry.The limited number of entries we have made over the past couple years is evidence of a whirlwind of activity. Most of which I barely comprehend and feel lucky to have endured with my family and sanity intact. In the past three months alone we’ve mounted our largest two person collaboration to date and I had a solo show at the exact same time. Of course, I teach, I care about my students and colleagues, I’m non-tenured, and each day I find myself pulled in directions that are impossible to anticipate. I’m looking forward to the days when the word “no” comes quicker and the art is slower. But for now, it feels like every opportunity must be engaged, and there is a certain high achieved from the tumultuous pace. Music projects take the back burner, and my dreams of a two-person…Continue
Above : Installation view of Beyond FormEight months. Eight months we have been quiet… but certainly not still. In the time since our last post, we took on three enormous house projects that quickly consumed every empty second. Steven enclosed our back porch and repaired extensive termite damage almost entirely on his own (with a couple of old-fashioned barn raising moments) to create two new his and hers studios and take back space for a toddler’s room.So much more than a room with a view, having separate spaces to make with doors that close really is a long time dream come true, with just a bit of nightmare in the getting there. Meanwhile, our boy is now almost 18 months old, and last night (after a long slow carousel of shifting spaces) he slept in his own room for the…Continue
There's not much to say here other than our absence is proof that the pits and falls are everywhere. This spring has been wonderful in many ways. I've continued to try to make work in the tiny crevices of time that pop up unexpectedly, even pulling my first all nighter in over fifteen years. I'm an early riser and normally work before anyone else is up.Left : Chicken House - Steven FoutchI pulled an edition of prints based off of a hand colored wood cut. It was nice to sink into technical problem solving and let the larger Sisyphean ideas roll on down the hill and fester for a while. I feel like my ideas are getting broader. The space between gloom and joy seems more than enough to try and decipher with image.Right : On the Corner - Steven FoutchWe're going to try and do…Continue
Above : Pecan and Elm and Pine in SnowNote : This post was started in January and finished in February. The task of coming home after the holidays is always a strange one. And this year, after three plane rides pinned to my seat by the sleeping weight of a seven-month-old, the transition seems just a bit more jarring and welcome. As eager as I was to get out into the world after a season of working from home and learning how to mother, I am just as ready to return to our insulated life – to my studio (filled with plants hidden from the frost), to the carpeted floors of our living room (newly sprinkled with the small toys of small people), to the perspective-giving openness of our big-for-the-city backyard (temporarily barren and shifting in the ever-changing light of winter). Finally we return also to our routines. We re-enter the gallery rotation. We are glad to see friendly…Continue
Above : We Carry Volumes - All These Empty Pages . iv : Kathleen JanvierI suppose an appropriate follow-up to such an optimistic beginning is a more realistic look at our everyday. While artist couples certainly maintain the potential for daily encouragement in making, they also posses a sometimes enabling understanding of the ebb and flow of studio rhythms. The trap of sympathy snags us more than we would like, resulting in weeks of thin, frustrated excuses and neglected worktables. Of course we know better than to fully despair, as these pauses in the studio usually expose seasons of reading or exercising or a renewed interest in household chores – all of which manifest a rebalancing of the live/work ideal. Unfortunately these moments of clarity can be impossible to…Continue
Above : Collagraph Print and Objects from 'Fronts' at Brookhaven College - Farmers Branch, TexasToo many of us know that making art can sometimes be the first thing to fall under pressure of a busy schedule. In those moments, Steven and I are lucky for the accountability that comes with being married to an artist – someone to chase us back into the studio, to force collaboration when the circuitous nature of solitary making takes a downward spiral. Our previous artistic entanglements combined the monolithic with the infinitesimal, the blusterous with the soft-spoken, the mythical with the painfully real. Steven drags in his ongoing tussle with the psychologically…Continue