Carol’s Bloggie

Sorry, I’ve been away from BLOG. I got sick and just overall, preoccupied. I didn’t forget about my purge project, but don’t expect me to keep on it every day or something. It will come out whenever.

Right now I am trying to get ready to go to my opening in Irvine, which should be small and casual. I did get into the “picks” in the Jewish Journal this week though, so maybe that will send a few extra people in, plus it’s not raining today.

Before I get dressed and all that, I wanted to post a few free books. I figure I’ll give books away in small groupings. Here are 5 books, one is on CD…

The Handmaid’s Tale: Margaret Atwood
Now is the Time to Open Your Heart: Alice Walker (on CD)
Bee Season: Myla Goldberg
Notes of a Dirty Old Man: Charles Bukowski
The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses Over the Hills: Charles Bukowski

They are all paperback and in used condition, but what do you want for free? None are damaged or anything, and they are all GREAT books. First to claim them, gets em.

This is a bedpost painted by my good friend, artist Elizabeth Hoffman. I have so many things of hers already and I figured it was okay to spread the love by paying this forward. Elizabeth is originally from Pennsylvania, but she lived here in Los Angeles for 9 years. Before moving back to PA, she purged a ton of her artwork and I got to take advantage. Her art is all over my house, but there is next to none I would ever part with. A couple of her things may come up here, if I can bear it. This little wooden bedpost is something I can let go of for now. It’s an interesting folk-arty sort of piece that stands 13 ¾ inches tall by 3.5 inches thick (square). It’s also a bit over 3 pounds. It has 4 unique sides: pokadots, an ice cream cone, scary clown/cat heads, and a carrot. It most likely comes from a child’s bed (knowing Elizabeth). Her work is in a number of prestigious private Los Angeles collections. She was a very popular artist during her time here. One of her last exhibits in LA was alongside of Henry Darger at Michael Kohn Gallery. She has a very distinct color palette and style. One of the most special people and artists I have ever known.

I have shown my work at the same gallery as Elizabeth. If you can guess which gallery it was, the bedpost is yours.

Was it

A. I-5 Gallery?
B. Highways Performance Space and Gallery?
C. Glory?
D. three. Gallery?
E. Bedlam?
F. La Luz de Jesus?
G. All of the above?

I’m starting off with a little gem. This first one is hard! I’m realizing this is going to be rather cathartic, but I think it must be done.

This is a hand carved, hand-painted wooden trinket (2.75 x 2.5 x .75 inches) from Tibet sold for practically nothing at tourist trade, but you have to have been climbing the Trans Himalayas to get one. In 1994, a very good friend of mine was doing just that and she brought this back to me, after purchasing it from the locals when she was about half way up her 8000 meter climb. I lived with her for about a year, along with the rest of my band in a large house that resembled a boat in North Hollywood, California. She was one of our biggest supporters and we grew very close, and in fact she encouraged me to write more seriously and I wound up self-publishing my handmade zines, which in turn developed the beginnings of my mailing lists and caught me my first art collectors. I later trained her to sell my art and become my “agent.” We organized private parties and exhibited my work and did pretty good. About a year later she was hired by a very prominent commercial art agency to represent some of the best illustrators and photographers in the business. I think she is co-owner of the agency these days. I’m not sure because I don’t talk to her anymore. We had quite the falling out due to some other, rather complicated situations between a large group of mutual friends. I can’t say she is on my list of people I think highly about anymore, but there will always be a place in my heart for her because of the extraordinary times we shared.

When I look at this trinket, which has been sitting in a prominent place on my living room self, I have bittersweet feelings about it. I’m attached to it because it’s just cool. I think about how much I loved my friend, and I think about how she stabbed me in the back in the end. So, I think it’s a good thing to get it the hell out of my life and move on and let someone else dig it for it’s interesting look and the fact that it comes from Tibet, the fact that someone made it with their hands, and that they were selflessly willing to part with it for hardly any money. It seems fitting I should give it away for free.

The first person to come up with an appropriate name for this guy, gets it. Just leave it on a comment. Don’t forget to put your email in the email field.

Today I was sweeping my hairy floors. I have 2 dogs now. Only one of them sheds. And boy does he shed. Aside from that, there are roofers working on the roof and they are banging dirt and dust from the ceiling onto the floor and it’s just been dusty and dirty around here and for some reason that makes me nervous. Dust bunnies, hairballs, disarray, debris, chaos, disorganization, clutter, loud noises, and accumulation of too much stuff just drives me a little mad and today I just got to a sort of breaking point – all from sweeping and looking at it all. I realized, from moving all my things out of the way, I have too much stuff. It’s not junk or anything though, it’s all stuff I like and am attached to, but I don’t know how it’s got to this point already. I’ve only lived in this house a couple years and I’m already feeling weighed down. I got to thinking I should start going through everything and see if I could rid myself of most of it.

Then there are all these paintings I make. How do I keep from creating these things? I can’t. But one thing that has changed in the last year and a half is the time it takes me to make them. I am not making art at the same rate I used to, so in some small way, I am not cluttering up the earth as much as I used to, if I am looking at it in that regard (which I am!), and this makes me feel a little bit better about slowing down.

Cut to the chase, I had this stupid idea to start giving things away, one item at a time on my blog. It might be a book, a toy, art, a t-shirt, whatever. I’m pretty attached to everything, so each item will have some kind of story or description. Maybe someone reading will want it. I can get people to post comments this way. First comment gets the item – something like that? They just have to pay for the shipping. Maybe I’m biting off more than I can chew, but it could be an interesting experiment. Alas, it could take years to rid myself of my worldly possessions this way, but maybe when it comes time to move again, I’ll be able to pile everything I own into a small clown car and do it in one trip.

Carol Es

Visions, Dreams, Patterns and Memories

Slutzky Art Gallery

Merage Jewish Community Center of Orange County

1 Federation Way, Suite 200

Irvine, Ca. 92603 (949) 435-3400

March 1st – April 7th

Opening:

Sunday, March 7^th 2:00 PM – 5:00 PM

Growing up in the sweatshops of the L.A. apparel industry is the thread that flows through the stories in Carol Es’ work. She incorporate the tools of the cutting room trade with candid narratives, cartoons, shapes, abstractions, and dreams. Her work addresses female Jewish identity and family anecdotes by using garment materials and shapes to create Hebrew texts, characters and compositions that seem to truly resonate with viewers. For more information about the artist visit: http://www.esart.com

The JCC Slutzky Art Gallery’s mission is to promote quality Jewish art and Jewish artists. Artists are selected because of their commitment to advancing Jewish life through the visual arts.

Since 2006 I’ve been carrying around a 5.5 x 3.5 inch moleskin notebook and my trusty space pen. What? You don’t know what a Space Pen is? I love my Space Pen because I can write upside down! I need to do that because most of my crazy ideas come to me when I am half-asleep while lying in bed. When this happens, it’s best not to move too much in order to keep these strange thoughts from falling out of my brain through my ears, so I stay on my back in bed and reach for my little notebook and spacepen and sketch out my little stupid thoughts above me in mid-air — like some kind of drug-induced, make-shift astronaut.

Recently, I started a new moleskin notebook for 2010 called “Welcome to 2010” and the first page reads:

This year you better
Build a paper drums set
& make a book or 2
Draw for 2 weeks straight
Lose weight
Go on a trip …
Learn to work a
Sewing machine
MAKE A FAMILY OF DOLLS
Sew Cloth OnTo Fabriano
Embroider a hospital gown
Make an art brochure
Finish Ethereal Research

Yesterday I meant to take a nap, but FedEx came and brought me my new Singer sewing machine and i spent hours figuring out how to thread it because I don’t know the first thing about it. If I was a REAL woman, I think I’d know how to do this stuff automatically, like cooking and putting on lipstick. I had fun figuring out my new toy, and it is all vintage looking too, see:

I also just ordered my first LINEN canvases! I have never worked with linen before. Isn’t that exciting? I bet you are just jumping up and down and pooping your pants right about now. I’ll let you know how it all goes. I have no idea how different it will be, but I’m very curious to see what is going to happen.

Last weekend I went to the Los Angeles Art Show and it was …. It was…. well, …not as fantastic as I’d hoped, but it was still okay and I saw a few memorable things. I am now fascinated with a painter named Armando Romero who I saw at Tasende Gallery. I was seriously impressed with his work and have been reading about him online ever since. I have not stopped dropping my jaw at his life’s work. He’s going right up there with Amy Sillman for me.

Speaking of which, I saw a very good abstract painter named Sarah Stolar at The Bohemian Gallery from Kansas who I liked very much too. Her work was bold and brave, large and it drew me in instantly. I loved her painterly strokes and colors. It inspires me not to be so flat. The people at the booth were also very nice (a little bit rare, but not for the Mid West).

MJP seemed to really take towards a painter named Aron Wiesenfeld at Arcadia Gallery in New York. I liked him very much too. He had his own style for sure, and there was something beautifully eerie about his pictures that made them strangely special.  Excellent painting.

My gallery, George Billis, had a great booth this time around. It was well put together with some of their best work, and they changed it out each day. I saw it on the first day and the last. I wish my work was front and center when I came back on the last day, but apparently I had my time in between.

My favorite booth hands down was Rebecca Hossack’s space from London. I’m in love with artists Peter Clark, Ross Bonfanti, and Balint Zsako.

Now that I type all this stuff down, I realize that it was a better fair than I gave credit to in the first place. Perhaps I spoke too soon.

In other news… “Tzit Tzit” opened at the Saint Vincent Gallery yesterday.

“TZIT TZIT: Fiber Art and Jewish Identity” is the full title for this small group exhibit that is showing at Saint Vincent College in Pennsylvania. It is curated by Ben Schachter, and here is an article about the show.  And another in the Jewish Chronicle here.  There’s even a little YouTube piece here.  The exhibition runs until February 21^st.

I’ve been thinking about applying to the MacDowell Colony in April for a residency in the fall. I had this killer dream recently where I went away for a few weeks and all I did was draw and I am fixin’ to make that shit come true.

That’s all for now. Ta!

It’s been raining like small forest creatures here. Not that we don’t need it. It makes everything green and pretty and stops me from moving to Portland. But being an LA native, I am very cold-sensitive and my old bones can’t take the chill all too well. I need a knitted afghan on my knees like an old lady, which makes me want to complain in my rocking chair and tell stories about what it was like before the war.

I had a productive weekend nonetheless. fellow blogger Anna Conti came down from San Francisco with 3 of her friends and came to me studio for a visit on Saturday. I was honored to be one of their many art stops along their weekend venture. They were all so nice and gracious, they would not even except any of the Hanson’s sodas I offered. I wound up over chatting a bit (I tend to do that when I feel nervous — overcompensating for fear of being too shy and quiet).  I probably just came off “normal” for all I know, but through it all I really enjoyed their visit very much. Luckily, Saturday was a nice day without rain, so I’m sure they were able to see a lot. They are getting jacked on their way back home today with this storm, but being from SF, I’m sure they are well used to it.

Here’s a pic of Anna and her friends in my studio on Saturday:

I also created a new page on my site with some pictures of my studio. You can only get to this page through THIS LINK until I incorporate somewhere else on my site somehow.

In other news, I’ve been working on this new painting of gumball machines. It’s 40 x 60 inches in size, and it’s coming together slowly, but surely:

I finally finished this one about a week ago, but I just now posted it on my site:

“I Waited For You,” 2010. Oil, paper, pencil and embroidery on canvas. 36×36 inches (detail).

When Anna came to visit, I was just telling her about how I was waiting to hear back from the Women’s Studio Workshop on my proposal for a book residency I had applied for. Low and behold my answer was waiting for me when I got home on Saturday. I did not get it. There were 80 applicants and only 2 slots. I know the competition was steep, and maybe a long shot, but I really thought my proposal was strong and I guess my hopes were a little too high because I was seriously bummed when I got the news. The day before, the results for the West Prize came through and I did not get that either, but I was not expecting to win that one at all, so I was not surprised or sad about that one. The winners are posted and they are all very compelling and I can see why I probably wasn’t even in the running.

Just as sad is that Art Clokey died recently. I don’t know what I can say about him that isn’t out there since he’s passed away, but he was a major inspiration for me and will be missed and honored in my heart forever.

If you’ve got a heart, then Gumby’s a part of you.