Thursday, October 15, 2015

Wasted Time


Wasted Time, 2015



Wasted Time, 2015- detail



Wasted Time, 2015 - detail


                                                  Wasted Time, 2015 - detail



                                                  Wasted Time, 2015 - detail



Wasted Time, 2015 - detail

Things change.
If you have been following my blog, you might notice that this project was originally called The Puppet Master.  But a better idea came along, and it came just in time for me to enter Wasted Time into the 2015 Thames Art Gallery Juried Show.

I did not get in. But entering a Juried Show is never a wasted effort. I have been in a bit of an art rut lately, and knowing that I had a deadline really made me hustle.  

This shadowbox is inspired by one of my favourite Shakespearean quotations; "I wasted time, and now doth time waste me."  This piece features a large, deteriorating gelatin photograph from 1880. The curator at the Gallery gave the photo to me, thinking I could do something creative with it.  So I did. I think the lady in the photo is beautiful, and I often wonder who she was. I hope she had a sense of adventure or liked art. Here she is, over 100 years later, front and centre with the usual LALALand flair.

And although I didn't make the Juried Show, Wasted Time is currently displayed in the front window of ARTspace. I'm good with that.

Oh, I had fun wiring this one! I used little Hallowe'en lights (as shown in the detail) to make the clock guts look like they're 'working'. Of course, this box contains all the usual things that I like to use: old fabrics, needlepoint, radio tubes, vintage jewellry, mouse skulls, dead bug carcasses, pages from an antique book, mannequin hands, a ceramic doll head, feathers, and little pieces of clock machinery.

At the risk of being too literal, I think I might make another shadowbox based on another one of my favourite quotations:

"The woods are lovely, dark and deep,   
But I have promises to keep,   
And miles to go before I sleep,   
And miles to go before I sleep."  
 - Robert Frost, from "Stopping By the Woods on a Snowy Evening"

Doesn't that sound wonderfully gothic?