Elegance of concept. Sometimes it is what isn't there that creates desire. These are finely made papers, one of them is even called silk paper. It is tissue thin. The mottled one that has some taupe in it comes all the way from Asia. What you won't find there is acid. That's what will make them last. That there is no acid. The papers are pure.
Those are tiny bits of shell from the Island of Chandeleur. Tossed and tumbled by the waves, they landed in the sand. Miles and miles from anywhere. What you won't find there is man, just nature on it's own.
I am working on a series of drawings. Just different almost random arrangements of a few shells gathered on Chandeleur. The drawings will be uncluttered, clean. I would like for them to whisper, but whisper eloquently in their tossed and tumbled bits. I want a quiet poetry, no shouting, no not here. I would like there to be room to hear the waves, and feel the breeze between...
I would like to leave room for both of us to dream.
( Note from the artist: There will be probably 24 of these drawings, some of which will be offered for sale only here. If you would like to be put on the list for first option to buy, email me with your contact information. When the offering is made you all will get first choice. You are under no obligation to purchase just for being on this list, but you will get first look. A preview offering. )
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Posted by Janice C. Cartier at 7:02 AM