Conversation centered on the creative life.

Stone Voices debut

Published on October 4, 2011 by Karen

This marvelous new magazine, Stone Voices, has its inaugural issue now on news stands and online.  See:    www.stonevoices.co

Beautifully produced, the magazine features work at the intersections of art, spirituality, mindfulness and creativity.  See page 100 for my feature article, The Stillness of Painting.  The September, 2011 issue also features a portfolio of my work on pages 56 – 67.

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Reception and GONG CONCERT

Published on August 27, 2011 by Karen

Please join me for “Daylight in Our Hearts” – an art exhibition and Gong Concert.

On Sunday, September 18, join us to see new photographs and gilded artwork.  The public reception will begin at 12:30pm and end at 2:30apm at 12 West 12th Street, corner of Fifth Avenue in Greenwich Village, NYC.  The Great Hall is on the 2nd Floor of the institution.  I will exhibit 5 new gilded works.

Come visit the exhibit a second time!  On Thursday, September 22nd, Carl E. Davis will present a GONG CONCERT.  Carl is a Chinese Gong Master.  This concert begins at 6:00 pm and ends at 8:00 pm. PLEASE RSVP by going to kbfitzgerald (at) gmail (dot) com; in the subject line, please put “RSVP Gong Concert”.  This is a first-come, first-served event, with a free-will offering.

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The Garden in the Midwest

Published on August 10, 2011 by Karen

6 feet long with the girth of a baseball.  A pine (or fox) snake lives in this garden.  I wonder how it got in?  Several years ago, I reinforced the “no-deer” fence with chicken wire; too many chipimunks chewing new plantings.  He could never fit through the chicken wire.  But he is a climber.  I can imagine him scaling my puny 7′ fence, up and down.  In and out of the garden at his pleasure.  What might he feast on for dessert?  What dreams visit his brain, his heart, while he slumbers?

Will he assure a safer garden?  Will he chow down on the little chewers that have de-nuded my lilac trunks?  Does he like mosquitoes for breakfast?  One thing is certain.  This garden is more his than mine right now.  He has startled me into that knowledge.  What he will do with “his” garden remains to be seen – for I am not there and if I was, his ownership would still override mine.  So I bless his presence, and beg him to guard the garden well, and keep it safe.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Garden Blackbirds, 2011, watercolor on prepared paper, 16″x12″

Garden, 2011, watercolor on prepared paper, 16″x12″

 

 

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Contemporary Art 101

Published on June 6, 2011 by Karen

June 24, 2011; 6-8pm.

31-51 12th Street, 2nd Floor, Long Island City, NY  11106

Does Art interest you? Have you ever wanted to understand contemporary art? Do you see paintings and sculpture, performance art, video and wonder about their meaning?

Join contemporary artist Karen Fitzgerald in a conversation about art.

Learn how to

  • Engage in a conversation about artwork
  • Create meaning from contemporary artwork
  • Discuss artwork with a small or larger group
  • Develop an indepth and lasting relationship with works of art
  • We will visit Socrates Sculpture Park, one block West of 12th Street to discuss new work on view.  Fitzgerald will provide a private viewing of new work at her studio following the visit to view sculpture.

    Refreshments will be served.

    RSVP: kbfitzgerald (at) gmail (dot) com / 646.369.7184

    $10.00 https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr?cmd=_s-xclick&hosted_button_id=US75G9EXTN8G2

    If you have reached this page as a result of Contemporary Art 101 overflow registration, please add your name to the second session. Send me an e-mail with “Second Session Contemporary Art 101″ in the subject line and include some form of contact information.  I will schedule another conversation and give you priority for registration!

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    Sky Calls to the Sea, oil with 12k gold, dyed Dutch Gold and copper tracery on prepared paper.

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    Gilding

    Published on March 12, 2011 by Karen

    Gilding has long been practiced by many civilizations.  There is evidence of gilding from ancient Egyptian excavations as far back as 2300 BCE; Romans practiced it after the burning of Carthage; the Chinese and Japanese trace it’s use to the Medieval period.

    I am interested in its use to signify a realm beyond our physical world.  Buddhist, Christian, Muslim and Hindu religions have all used it extensively to indicate spiritual presence.

    A gilded surface signifies another space, another realm.  Creating that ground is a complex process.  The surface, whether paper or panel, must be prepared.  When I gild on paper, the ground is prepared with several carefully sanded coats of gesso, back and front.  Once I’m satisified with this ground, I seal it with an oil-based sealer.  This gives the gilding size something to grab, and promotes an even adhering of the leaf.  When I’m ready to gild, I prepare the leaf.  Sometimes I will tear up silver, copper or aluminum leaf to give an irregular patterning to the finished surface.  Each type of leaf handles differently.  Copper and aluminum are thicker and more brittle.  Silver, 12k and 23k gold are soft.  Though they are metals, handling them is like working with air.  They cannot be touched with the skin because they are so thin they immediately adhere to the subtle oil that coats our fingerprints.

    Painting on a gilded surface offers a new realm.  The surface is alive with light; reflected, refracted, shimmering.  Thinned oil paint sitting on this surface interacts with the light.  The medium and surface feel alive to me, each adds many new layers of dynamic interaction, things I cannot ever hope to control.  Chance itself becomes alive on a gilded surface.

    Stop in for a demonstration of gilding on April 9, 2010 at 3pm.  31-51 12th Street, 2nd Floor.  That’s an open studio day – no appointment necessary!

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    The Red King

    Published on March 6, 2011 by Karen

    A young hawk called all afternoon.  We couldn’t see him, but his song made the sparrows flock for cover.  I heard robins singing this morning.  Certainly they are not daft, nor are the crocus blooming in the backyard.  Spring will be welcome this year. The red king and his dun queen visit every afternoon, picking over what the squirrels don’t want from the day’s feed.

    During the December snows, my arbor collapsed along with the honeysuckle and clematis vines.  The mess lay on the ground until today.  We pruned the thorny rose reaching through our neighbor’s fence, and removed the pile of sad, wick canes.  It’s a hard job to take out a healthy plant.  The garden has  an open feeling now.  I’ve decided to not replace the arbor for a while.  Let it be open.

    I am interested in that sense of wonder flooding in each time the grey is grown over in green.  It’s a slow process by today’s time standards.  Those slender spears of green do not seem to shiver in the Northwest winds.  Close to the ground they are drawing heat into their core.  Yesterday toward noon I saw 3 bees visiting the newly opened flowers.  The season is in full swing.  They too have secret shelters from the night wind.   The halls of the red king hold state secrets that will remain protected; who’d be interested in what a bird knows?

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    The snake, the bat and the hummingbird

    Published on August 23, 2010 by Karen

    Early August Morning

    Early August Morning

    Wisconsin in mid-August is a mystical place. Early morning fog rises from cool air meeting warm earth. Crows get up earlier than the turkeys, announcing the day with their call and response see-sawing across open fields. The pungent earth is lush, a rich green. The dirt soaked. It’s been raining weekly; tree rings will be fat this year.
    On the second day visiting my garden, I discovered a 5 foot garden snake pinned beneath my steel milk can in the little red house. How he got there remains a mystery. But the can had crimped him completely. He struck out at me, mouth wide, forked tongue flashing. I lifted the can to free him and he wiggled under the cast iron chimenea. There’s little clearance there; I’m sure he felt protected. Why not go for the wide-open door? It took a full 8 minutes of wrangling with the broom to get him swept out. I saw him several days later; none-the-worse for a crimped pinning.  And while garden snakes are not poisonous, the incessant striking with that flicking tongue left me breathing hard and a certain limpness about the edges of my determination to weed the heavy grasses.   Thick with little snakes?  Maybe I’d discover a pine snake?
    Prior to my discovery of the snake, I had attempted to mount the narrow stairs of the farm house to our old bedrooms under the eaves. Bending down to free a latch on the gate that barred the stairs I noticed a handful of brown. I thought the house was getting a bit dirty. It was a small brown bat, clinging to a secluded sleeping post. No climbing the stairs for me that day.
    And finally, my ultimate charmers. The hummingbirds. On the 3rd day, I saw no less than 18 swarming in the jack pine. 3 visited the phlox together. One with a gleaming, glittering, green back, came in close. Sat on the arbor. Checked me out.  Not more than a foot away – bold little one, wondering who was slinging their weight around his yard.
    The elderberries robbed from the ditch last year have survived their transplantation. May they grow and flower, and fruit – just so the turkeys have something to challenge the fence for.

    The wild goldenrod is in full flower.  The little meadow has evolved with milkweed abundant and full of fat pods this year.  Monarchs were everywhere.   There is satisfaction to letting a field go wild, and watching it host the annual round of wild food production.   I tucked the garden in, weeded and wet, for another year of doing what it so urgently does.  Greening, growing, breathing for everyone.

    West Corner, 15"x12", watercolor on prepared paper

    West Corner, 15"x12", watercolor on prepared paper

    Stop in at my September Studio sale; this watercolor and many, many others will be on sale at that time.  Friday, 9.24: 6-9p.m.; Saturday, 9.25: Noon-6p.m.; Sunday, 9-26: 1-5p.m., 2010.

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    Buy art, buy local

    Published on April 14, 2010 by Karen

    What’s missing from your space?  Perhaps you’ve consulted with a Feng Shui expert and worked to align the energies.  Maybe you’ve changed colors, simplified or added cornerstones to maximize the chi flowing through your space.

    What are you visualizing?  What tools have you given yourself to support and develop that visualization, goal, or dream?   Adding artwork to your space is similar to fitting the final piece of the puzzle into place.  The whole picture suddenly makes sense!

    Finding art to fit your vision is a very personal process.  It’s also an essential action.   There is every imaginable style, process and idea out in the marketplace these days.  Art is the language of the human spirit.  It is as old as our earliest civilizations.  Art is a language that is also universal – it speaks to us no matter what words articulate our thoughts.  Living with art that not only reflects our vision but also expands our spirit is essential.  The call and response of the human spirit is amplified through artwork.

    Spending time to find artwork that will embody the energy or changes you seek to create in your life will empower you in unimaginable ways.  You may be compelled to speak with people you would never consider introducing yourself to.  You might visit places or take trips you never intended to engage with.  You might poke around on the internet following links that take you to new sites and potentially new experiences.  There are hundreds and thousands of artists producing impeccable work these days.  These individuals are following what they envisioned for themselves, bringing into the physical plane ideas, thoughts, observations, feelings, senses and creations that expand our human conversation and articulate new corners of our souls.  Bringing this essential energy into your living space will provide resonance.  Like a crystal bell ringing, artwork that you respond to will be your avatar, that special guide that tells you when you are at home within your travels.

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    Radically Round

    Published on November 17, 2009 by Karen

    Sacred Geometry: Radically Round
    Published in Conscious Design Magazine, May, ’08

    Karen Fitzgerald

    In 1988 I made my first round painting.  Working on a suite titled Nine Mysteries, I was challenged by the problem of creating a successful composition to express the ideas of mysteries on a vertical rectangle.  The corners were so troublesome!  My stretcher maker brought me a scrap, a round panel left over from making a larger tondo (a Renaissance term for round panel.)  All my problems vanished when I began working on that first circle.  I have never looked back. Many artists will tell you how terrible the tondo tends to be.  Not me.  When I began working on this magic form it felt as though I’d arrived “home”.  Yet round forms are rare enough in the art world to cause wonderment.  Why is round so radical?

    Roundness reminds us of our remote origins.  It reattaches us to the whole world.  The round form complements and rhymes with architectural and spatial forms.  It creates synergy in a room, contributing not only to the flow of chi but also to the balance of energy. The tondo form is presentational rather than re-presentational.  It presents qualities that underlie the visible world, those things of profound, essential importance.
    From my perspective, the Western tradition of the rectangle reaches back to physical references.  During the Renaissance, artists began to work less on site-specific work such as frescoed ceilings and mosaic applied to walls between architectural frameworks and began to produce work that was designed with its own independent support.  Frames to support a canvas surface were necessarily based on right angled construction.  Windows are framed in this same manner and much has been written about the space of Renaissance painting – its depth and accuracy according to this “view out the window”.
    A few artists created tondo work for specific sections of altar panels. Many hybrid rectangular works were also produced as parts of altars, works with an arched or pointed top.  Rose windows continued to be produced to solve the empty architectural space at the apex of the triangle in cathedral facades.  Very few artists have embraced the tondo form for its own aesthetic qualities, separate from architectural necessity.

    My work is centered on the soul’s experience in the physical plane.  Over time I have produced a large body of work that reflects the experience of being in the world – a reinterpretation of the landscape tradition.  My newer works use gilding extensively.  Working with silver, 23k gold, copper and aluminum leaf, I uncovered attributes of the material unavailable in oil paint.  Gold leaf possesses a trans-substantial quality – it is at once very physical and also as ephemeral as the wind.  Several years ago I created a small group of paintings called Entropy Undone.  They were ruminations on transformation: what happens at a point of transformation?  What does physical transformation look and feel like?   The title refers to our world – our entropic, physical plane.  Things tend to degenerate in our world, yet there are moments when this degeneration stops or is reversed, when something transforms.  All these works stem from that idea – imagining the point when entropy becomes undone.
    Embedded as we are in this physical world, we often see in a limited, literal sense.  From the time I was a youngster I’ve experienced being in the world not just as a sensory excitation, but also as a spiritual-emotional-thinking-feeling being-ness.  When I am in the world in this way, I understand a wide, deep sense of connection.  It is, to a certain degree, ineffable.  Poets have spent their lives trying to articulate this aliveness, and feeling that they failed to do so.*
    For me, painting is the language that allows communication about this kind of experience.  And roundness allows the language to go narrow, to go deep, without the distortion due to confusion with the physical coordinates of our world.  The circle is free from gravity, free from the associations of standing embedded in a vertical rectangle, and free from the horizontal associations with the land we live on.  If there is such a thing, the tondo form is a telescopic bridge between the heavens and our earth, between the visible and the invisible.
    Over the past several years, roundness has begun to suffuse the design world.  It’s visible in upholstery fabrics, floor coverings, furniture design.  Round mirrors have been around for a longer time as signature pieces.  It is time for the tondo to assert its special qualities and to be embraced as the powerful form that it is.

    * Czeslaw Milsoz, comments on this in his Nobel prize lecture of 1980.consciousdesignLOGO

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    Earth, Light and Fire

    Published on September 25, 2009 by Karen

    The Discovery Museum has generously extended my exhibition to January, 2010.  http://www.discoverymuseum.org/exhibits/ChangingExhibits.html

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