What The Light Saw Redux – FitzgeraldArt

This page has been updated over the past year, reflecting the growth and changes of an ongoing exploration of light, and the energy of light. In 2021, Culture Lab, LIC featured a solo exhibition of this new suite of work. August, 2021 saw an open studio event funded by the New York Foundation for the Arts. Recently, I collaborated with Richard Lewis to produce a short video incorporating the wise words of a young person regarding the conscious qualities of light. Click the image below to access that video.

This page will be updated as the exploration continues. Check back!

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Click here to open a short video: Light is a dance. Created in collaboration with Richard Lewis of the Touchstone Center, it is a deep response to a young person’s imaginative thoughts about light’s conscious qualities.

Writing by Eleen, 3rd grade. Painting, “Light Dancing,” by Karen Fitzgerald. Music by Kent Ishimoto. Design by Michelle de la Cruz, (c) The Touchstone Center.

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On Friday, August 6, 2021 from 12 – 8:30pm, and Saturday, August 7, from 11am – 8:30pm, I hosted an open studio event, What the Light Saw Redux. As a recipient of a $5,000 City Artist Corps Grant from the New York Foundation for the Arts and the New York City Department of Cultural Affairs, this open studio event invited the public into my work space to experience this suite of work in a casual atmosphere. Many of the paintings originally presented in early 2021 were re-presented in this event. All work is for sale. If you missed this event and would like to visit my studio, please get in touch.

This event took place at 3151 12th Street, 2nd Floor, Long Island City, NY 11106. Covid safety protocols observed.

This program was made possible by the New York City Artist Corps.

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What The Light Saw, exhibit at Plaxall Gallery, presented by Culture Lab LIC:

In October of 2019, I began this suite of paintings at our Shed in Wisconsin. The work was shipped back to my studio in NYC. As the pandemic unfolded, this suite of work also grew. It now numbers over 40 artworks. From January 3 to February 7, 2021, the Plaxall Gallery at 5-25 46^th Ave., L.I.C, NY 11101, hosted a solo exhibition of this work. A reception took place on Saturday, January 9, 2021, from 12-5pm.

This suite marks a change: produced with an initial layer of Venetian plaster, these pieces are more spontaneous, with less pigment on their surfaces. They retain a link to the body of gilded work in that each is ringed with a precious metal. Recalling work from the Renaissance in which gilded areas marked the sacred qualities of various personas, these gilded rings also enclose the paintings. They function as a distinctive marking, a nod toward the metaphysical.

Matter and spirit. These two entities have a long history of being deeply intertwined, and for good reason. As we engage with the world around us, we also sense something more than what our eyes can see. What that other dimension is has been the subject of many explorations in verbal language – poetry, philosophy, metaphysics – as well as in the visual language of art.

That other dimension is rarely visible. Finding a way to translate that into visual language has been an essential commitment in my work as an artist. What the Light Saw is a tribute to the restless shifting of light and energy. The other dimensions, other understanding present in this work are strengthened through the accompanying poetry, and the imagination it calls us to. The work embodies that aspect which carries us to the delineation, and unification between matter and spirit.

What the Light Saw II
 
The light saw
light and dark
it saw these two tumbling,
turning, and sometimes
slanting, sometimes
not.
The light thought
in poetic terms
set things up
in cycles, repetitive
but with variation
 
wild, rich
variation
 
The light didn’t want
binding rules
it wanted to be
present in whatever
whim it desired
so it might shimmer
in someone’s consciousness
and vibrate
enough for perception to fail,
to ignite fire deeper in the
belly.
 
The light saw
what fun
gravity and time
might have
together
mis-behaving under
the cloak of invisibility;
knew what fun
naughtiness always is
because, after all
rules are definitive
they make
structure and
give form just
because
someone
said so.
                                               _{-Karen Fitzgerald, 10.2019}



What You Cannot Hold
 
You who let yourselves feel: enter the breathing
that is more than your own.
Let it brush your cheeks
as it divides and rejoins behind you.
 
Blessed ones, whole ones,
you where the heart begins:
You are the bow that shoots the arrows
and you are the target.
 
Fear not the pain. Let its weight fall back
into the earth;
for heavy are the mountains, heavy the seas.
 
The trees you planted in childhood have grown
too heavy.  You cannot bring them along.
Give yourselves to the air, to what you cannot hold.
 
                                   - Sonnets to Orpheus I, 4
                                    Rainer Maria Rilke



THE WORLD is charged with the grandeur of God.
  It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
  It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
  And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
  And wears man’s smudge and shares man’s smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.
 
And for all this, nature is never spent;
  There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
  Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs—
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
  World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.

       -Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844–89).  From Poems, 1918

The One

by Patrick Kavanagh

Green, blue, yellow and red-
God is down in the swamps and marshes
Sensational as April and almost incred-
ible the flowering of our catharsis.
A humble scene in a backward place
Where no one important ever looked
The raving flowers looked up in the face
Of the One and the Endless, the Mind that has baulked
The profoundest of mortals. A primrose, a violet,
A violent wild iris- but mostly anonymous performers
Yet an important occasion as the Muse at her toilet
Prepared to inform the local farmers
That beautiful, beautiful, beautiful God
Was breathing His love by a cut-away bog.

Follow this link to watch a video about this project: I walk you through the exhibition and discuss the work in relation to the poetry posted within the exhibition.

https://youtu.be/DaWDln3hH1s

On Friday, January 15, 2021 at 7pm a zoom conversation took place. Queens Poet Laureate, Maria Lisella, Academy of American Poets Fellow https://poets.org/poet/maria-lisella and Richard Lewis, Director of the Touchstone Center for Children, Touchstonecenter.net, joined with me to discuss how words and images are deeply interconnected. The conversation ran about 98 minutes, and included audience input in the latter half: you can find it here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zw09R4AJgW4

Here is the exhibition checklist: a listing of all works with pricing.

This project is made possible with funds from the Decentralization program a re-grant program of the New York State Council on the Arts with the support of Governor Andrew Cuomo and the New York State Legislature and administered by the Queens Council on the Arts.

Thank you also to Deborah Barlow, Susan Weiman, and Mary Zehngut for support and assistance.