Monday, March 10, 2014
Over the years, I've done a series of whimsical African-American masks from cheese and cutting boards. This one was purchased by a local collector, and patron of the arts,who--though no longer with us--was held in high esteem in the Pittsburgh arts community. Title: It Caught Her Eye.
Saturday, March 8, 2014
|Adam and Eve by C. Bethea|
For years, when I visited fellow artists--many using their own work in their decor-- I'd think "how nice they can do that." But for me personally, it seemed slightly egotistical...or at the very least, too much like "eating your own cooking."
One day while assessing someone's art in residence, I panicked. I started to wonder: "Don't you think your work is GOOD enough?" But it wasn't that, I decided. It was more: "I like all the art I collect, too and after all, I only have so many walls...."So, it came as a slow-dawning surprise that I never seriously considered my own home, my own spaces as plausible alternatives for displaying my work.
In retrospect, I know THAT was an excuse. An excuse, not to curate, to love and enjoy what I have created with my own two hands. It also became the excuse for not creating more work, How can you make more, I reasoned, when you have no idea where to house all that art when it isn't being exhibited.
To ease into the idea, I've researched some sites and magazines for new ways of living with art. Interior design is of great interest to me, and so needing inspiration was a great excuse to read articles on bending the rules and not blending and matching to hard. As for a decor theme? Forget about it! Now the plan is to rotate my art with all the others on a seasonal basis. That way all the artists--myself included-- get maximum exposure.
Finding more time in my life for making art has also moved to the top of my agenda, and yes, I'll display it right where I live.
What took me so long? The joy of coming down stairs, through halls and sipping tea as you meet and greet your creations on a daily basis is priceless. It's a gift. And charity, as they say, begins at home.