November Exhibit

Veiled / Unveiled

Jeff Waring : Statement

Painting is a joyride along winding backroads to everywhere and nowhere. Paralleling rivers and creeks, I tend to avoid downtown’s shopping-center gridlock. Usually, I’m lost; lost in paint, in image, in play.

Wanderers pay attention to landmarks, explore alleys, and look for signs. I am a cartographer, rewriting the journey along with the map. My art-adventures are stored on walls, in drawers, or open-faced in a meadow. As I travel into my art, ancient goddess pictographs and graffiti tags compete for my peripheral attention. Their meaning, like the redrawn map, changes as time and veils of context shift. Messages unfold to both artist and viewer with experience. I open myself to receiving images as a way of communing with the cosmos. I try to avoid didactic stances. As I move about the landscape or studio, I look for markers and follow trails, placing myself in habitats of meaning and mystery.
-- Jeff Waring, 2004

Angela Victor : Statement

Veiled

The forest is the place I start my exploration. I find a direct reference to the human figure within trees. Trunks become bodies, branches embracing arms. Flesh tones a representation of stripped down forms. I see the forest as birthplace. Where modern man and woman can go back to Mother Earth to be reborn. In this rebirth, we are able to make a connection to the past that moves beyond everyday relations, bringing one to an enlightened state of being.

The movement and fluidity created with the hanging panels, demonstrate the meditative process of prayer and reflection. Drawn representations of an abstract forest become surrounding silence, creating isolation leaving one left to find their own way. The truncated torsos are a modern representation of the three graces. Hollowed out of each figure is a missing piece of the whole. The lost voice, heart and womb represent items that are often stripped from women in modern society. Woman is expected to act as an asexual creature relying on neither, her femininity, nor lack there of it. Each is left immobile, reminding those who pass before them to not be held by the constrictions they face.

In nature I find a place to heal. Deep within me there is a primal rhythm that has always existed. In nature I find solace, where others may turn to the church, I worship within the solitude of trees. In nature I find hope, within a world full of despair and futilily.

The forest is the place I begin, and from there I reach out and discover the answers.

Unveiled

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