hand with oddity
Last week our 13 year old granddaughter was visiting. She was showing an interest in my hand-with-object scanning work and I invited her to “model” for me. We chose an odd object made of glazed clay, probably a little pottery studio glaze test piece of her mother’s. Like some of my stones, it has long been in residence on my windowsill beside this desk, inside a flowerpot.
I have been revisiting my past posts of ‘horizontal hands’ to refresh my memory on what I have previously done. I am still toying with the idea of making more related prints but smaller than the Hands series which I completed almost a year ago. Curiously, my friend Olga was just asking about the horizontals in my previous post, so I promised to post links to them here:
– hand with tissue
– hand with Easter eggs
– hand with twine (third image)
– hand studies
Below are other scans of our granddaughters’ hands:
– hand studies (3) with then 12 year old granddaughter’s hands
– hand studies (2) with then seven year old granddaughter’s hands
March 10, 2014 in Human, Photoworks by Marja-Leena
Marja-Leena!
So your young friend already has an eye. World is full with interesting objects. My husband and my cousin went on train to arrange an exhibition to Malta National Museum. The exhibition was called Found Objects by the Sea.
The two guys went empty-handedly (both members of Finnish Artist association, though) through Europe in trains busses and whatever, and ended up in the island with a very worried intendent for the exhibition, but after the guys got a car they hauled material for at least two exhibitions and did it.
People were a bit surprised, because islanders are proud of having a very clean place despite of busy tourist season in the summer.
Ripsa, your husband and your cousin had quite an adventure in the name of art! If I understand this right, they did not just gather stones and shells, but lots of man-made waste. I would have loved to have seen those exhibitions. Were lots of photos taken?
How sweet it’s been to look back at the hand study scans and see we’ve had some rather lengthy conversations about them these past few years. This one is another beauty that compares ephemeral youth with a solid piece of celadon glaze.
Just yesterday I was looking at an English garden post whose gardener had made clay flowerpots with an arched rim as a home for the toads who keep her garden free from insects. People can be so wonderful.
Susan, I’m pleased you enjoyed the revisit of the images and the conversations where you have always taken part with your generous observations.
That flowerpot with a rim for toads sounds delightful!
This is delightful: both hand and ‘oddity’. Looking back at the other hands has been a lovely reminder too. It is quite a substantial series now, and a striking one.
Olga, thanks! It has been good for me to revisit these and gradually get a feel for a possible whole series, to think about a few more hand-object scans as opportunites and inspiration strike.
I expect that some day you will have a gigantic hand-with-object show, and it will say a lot about time and change and fragility and impermanence versus what endures…
Marly, ooh, that is my dream, though maybe not gigantic 🙂 Your words, and those of Olga and Susan and others will be a great help in writing that dreaded artist statement.
Well, you will certainly have a large number of images to choose from… and that is lovely!
Also, I think these are the sorts of pieces that “talk” to one another, and so a group would be wonderful.
Marly, thanks for your encouragement! I need to print lots more and need to get some proposals out there – I am such a procrastinator!
Absolutely, Marja-Leena, I wish you arrange a whole lot of exhibitions from the kind of stuff you’ve shown to us! I’m sure other people find them interesting too!
Kiitos, Ripsa! I must pull up my socks and apply. It’s not my favourite thing to do = I much prefer making the art to promoting it.
I love that green glaze. Is it high fire? Would you happen to know its name?
Hattie, it is indeed a lovely colour but I don’t know what its called and whether it high fire. I’l ask my daughter if she remembers.