All Discussions Tagged 'Exhibition' - crafthaus2024-03-29T12:28:32Zhttps://crafthaus.ning.com/forum/topic/listForTag?groupUrl=a-unique-residency-experience-in-joshua-tree-natio&tag=Exhibition&feed=yes&xn_auth=no(4) Cate Richard's Viewpointtag:crafthaus.ning.com,2017-05-18:2104389:Topic:5681262017-05-18T14:08:25.506ZBrigitte Martinhttps://crafthaus.ning.com/profile/brigittemartin
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<p><span class="font-size-2">"Jewelry for Trees: Beaded Necklace"</span><br></br> <span class="font-size-2">- Cotton thread, found wood, and coyote gourds</span></p>
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<p><span class="font-size-3">This was my first visit to Joshua Tree National Park. Unlike the rhythmic grey wash of bluestem and wheat to which I am accustomed, the…</span></p>
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<p><span class="font-size-2">"Jewelry for Trees: Beaded Necklace"</span><br/> <span class="font-size-2">- Cotton thread, found wood, and coyote gourds</span></p>
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<p><span class="font-size-3">This was my first visit to Joshua Tree National Park. Unlike the rhythmic grey wash of bluestem and wheat to which I am accustomed, the ecosystem of the Mojave looked randomly stippled with organic life. Every plant appeared to give itself a wide berth from its neighbors, creating a dotted environment where each entity was exhibited in full view. Desert fauna is alien-like, and I had the good fortune of experiencing the Mojave at a time where it was in full bloom with many tendril and palm cupping brightly colored flowers. The desert sky rivaled a Midwestern panorama - in the daytime I was able to gauge the time by the sun's position against a brilliant blue backdrop, and at night a razor-sharp moon would rise, surrounded by a crystal clear spattering of stars.</span></p>
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<p><a target="_self" href="http://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/1058813087?profile=original"><img class="align-full" src="http://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/1058813087?profile=original" width="623"/></a><span class="font-size-2">"Sand Necklace"</span> <br/> <span class="font-size-2">- Cotton thread, plastic bag, sand, wind</span><br/> <span class="font-size-2">- Cotton thread, irrigation fence, sand, wind</span></p>
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<p><br/><span class="font-size-3">Making work in Joshua Tree was unlike any creative setting I have ever experienced. The very ecosystem seemed designed to fend itself against usurpers by thorn, tooth, and stinger. I quickly learned that I would have to cooperate with my surroundings as they changed, often from day to day. The harsh weather conditions radiated between blazing sun to chilly shadow, both often coupled with high winds, sometimes upwards of 50mph.</span> <br/><br/><span class="font-size-3">I was intent on creating finished work while in the park instead of spending my time only planning future projects. In preparation, I brought with me only a few select rudimentary tools and materials, my cameras, and a tripod; all other materials were sourced from surrounding areas. In accordance with park regulations, a strict system of “conceive, execute, catalog, and remove” was adopted. I could not gather any living materials from the park, nor leave anything on display for an extended period of time, as it might disturb local wildlife. Everything I brought into the park was removed upon the conclusion of my residency. This made photography and video documentation the ideal method for recording work both physical and experiential.</span></p>
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<p><a target="_self" href="http://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/1058815235?profile=original"><img class="align-full" src="http://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/1058815235?profile=original" width="502"/></a><span class="font-size-2">"Sand Necklace"</span> <br/> <span class="font-size-2">- Cotton thread, plastic bag, sand, wind</span><br/> <span class="font-size-2">- Cotton thread, irrigation fence, sand, wind</span></p>
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<p><br/><span class="font-size-3">Most traditional comforts were gone - I slept on the ground, had no internet or phone signal, and meals were prepared over a fire. While these restrictions were uncomfortable at first, I began to thrive in their absence. I had nothing to distract me from focusing on my surroundings, which I drew from to create work. Each new day brought discovery - I became enamored with the anthropomorphic qualities of the Joshua Trees, the way the winds howled, the natural beds of crystal jutting up from the ground, and the way the natural monzogranite formations served as beacons for travelers. All this translated to risk taking and responsiveness in my work.</span></p>
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<p><a target="_self" href="http://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/1058813195?profile=original"><img width="750" class="align-full" src="http://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/1058813195?profile=RESIZE_1024x1024" width="750"/></a><span class="font-size-2">"A Homage to Ana With Ornamentation"</span> <br/> <span class="font-size-2">- Imprint of the artist, found wood and metal, twine, natural pigments, quartz</span></p>
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<p><span class="font-size-3">It was through these new limitations that I realized my dependence on accessibility back at my home studio. Often, I order what is required, and am never too far away from a needed tool. In the park, I annealed metal in campfire, problem solved at a much higher rate, and utilized garbage, stones, and borrowed blankets in my attempts to achieve what I wanted. I learned to embrace deviations from plans and place more faith in experimentation. It’s a type of experience I encourage all makers to try.</span><br/><br/><span class="font-size-3">Much thanks to Casey of Case of The Nomads for this opportunity, as well as her expertise and knowledge of the desert. There is a rich history of the desert and art-making, and now I see why. My experiences in Joshua Tree National Park will stay with me for years to come, and I certainly emerged out of them a better artist. </span></p>
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<p><span class="font-size-3">Cate Richards</span></p>
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<p><a target="_self" href="http://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/1058813329?profile=original"><img width="750" class="align-full" src="http://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/1058813329?profile=RESIZE_1024x1024" width="750"/></a><span class="font-size-2">"Jewelry for Trees: Earrings"</span><br/> <span class="font-size-2">- Copper, steel</span></p>
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<p></p> (3) Casey Sheppard's Viewpointtag:crafthaus.ning.com,2017-05-15:2104389:Topic:5680512017-05-15T17:42:07.292ZBrigitte Martinhttps://crafthaus.ning.com/profile/brigittemartin
<p><a href="http://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/1058811670?profile=original" target="_self"><img class="align-full" src="http://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/1058811670?profile=RESIZE_1024x1024" width="750"></img></a> Just barely breaking the speed limited I passed the usually full campsite signs that donned the Park over the weekend. But today was Tuesday. I tried to keep my calm, which was easily blown away with the next intense gust of wind. I then passed a new sign covered in construction worker orange. Glowing with the intense morning rays the words jumped at me screaming their all…</p>
<p><a target="_self" href="http://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/1058811670?profile=original"><img width="750" class="align-full" src="http://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/1058811670?profile=RESIZE_1024x1024" width="750"/></a>Just barely breaking the speed limited I passed the usually full campsite signs that donned the Park over the weekend. But today was Tuesday. I tried to keep my calm, which was easily blown away with the next intense gust of wind. I then passed a new sign covered in construction worker orange. Glowing with the intense morning rays the words jumped at me screaming their all cap authoritative statement: ALL CAMPGROUNDS FULL!!!<br/><br/>“Oh crap!” I spat out along with a few f bombs then sped even more in a crazed attempt to find a vacant campsite during the biggest bloom the desert has seen in 10 years. I was no longer breaking but full on destroying the law. She was traveling hundreds of miles to spend a week in the park and I didn’t even have a camping spot. “You will figure it out, you always do.” I said aloud.</p>
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<p><a target="_self" href="http://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/1058813991?profile=original"><img class="align-full" src="http://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/1058813991?profile=original" width="593"/></a><a target="_self" href="http://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/1058811814?profile=original"><img width="750" class="align-full" src="http://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/1058811814?profile=RESIZE_1024x1024" width="750"/></a><em><strong>Petropath</strong></em></p>
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<p>And I did. I knew this park and I knew this desert. I knew her rules and how to bend, even break them. After I pulled into the setting of the 7 day off the grid artist residency I went into autopilot setting up camp. I set up Cate’s tent, which would become her home for the week. I hoped she would be able to handle the wind, the cold, the hot and the limitations and create. I also hoped that I had chosen wisely by selecting Cate over the numerous others. <br/><br/>After picking her up from the airport we headed into the dark night of the park. We talked chitchat until we arrived to our campsite. I showed Cate the tent where her bed was ready to capture her tired, traveled body. Handing over a flashlight along with directions to the outhouse I bid her goodnight. “Call on me if you need anything.” <br/><br/>As I crawled into the van I was hit with insomnia, then anxiety. I now faced the realization that I was responsible for another being in a place where death can easily and effortlessly sneak up on you.</p>
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<p><a target="_self" href="http://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/1058812356?profile=original"><img width="750" class="align-full" src="http://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/1058812356?profile=RESIZE_1024x1024" width="750"/></a><a target="_self" href="http://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/1058814503?profile=original"><img width="750" class="align-full" src="http://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/1058814503?profile=RESIZE_1024x1024" width="750"/></a><strong><em>Being the rocks.</em></strong></p>
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<p>My anxiety eased with each day. I saw Cate face challenge after challenge; going through battles that I had faced when first went off the grid. I stood by, giving support and space for her to find her own way. Which she did. It’s a rarity to witness someone’s personal growth in front of your own eyes and even more rare to see this within a few days. <br/><br/>The Joshua Treenial, which is a weekend of art, installations, performances and community building which highlight all that Joshua Tree inspires and makes possible was the same weekend (the last Treenial was 2 years earlier). With a small change of plans Cate lit up at the opportunity to spend a day or two exploring the Treenial events. I began to feel this residency wasn’t only mine but it was also hers. I began to let go and readjust, just as Cate was.<br/><br/>The events brought so much to the residency. Inspiring thoughts, conversations, questions which we jived about each night under the endless sky of blazing stars. <br/><br/>Arriving to the 7th day ,we had developed a routine that now came to an end. We bid our goodbyes and as I drove back into the desert I felt a sense of growth not just within Cate but also within myself. <br/><br/></p>
<p><a target="_self" href="http://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/1058812277?profile=original"><img class="align-full" src="http://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/1058812277?profile=original" width="670"/></a><strong><em>An Homage to Ana With Ornamentation.</em></strong></p>
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<p></p> (2) Video: About The Residency - A Teaser Introtag:crafthaus.ning.com,2017-05-11:2104389:Topic:5673112017-05-11T14:53:30.777ZBrigitte Martinhttps://crafthaus.ning.com/profile/brigittemartin
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<p><span class="font-size-3">About The Residency - A Teaser Intro.</span></p>
<p><span class="font-size-3">Next week's posts will feature more in-depth accounts of the experience by both artists.</span></p>
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<p><span class="font-size-3">About The Residency - A Teaser Intro.</span></p>
<p><span class="font-size-3">Next week's posts will feature more in-depth accounts of the experience by both artists.</span></p>