Under ....again

Flashlights.

Sometimes It's a Wall -- the book

My final project for my Handmade Art Book class: 

Going under.
See the flashlights?

Going through.

Over.

Around.

The end.

Birthday number

Get it?

26

Underground Progress

You have seen this.

Then there was this.

And now there is this. It looks pretty rough but I am not distressed.

Coptic Binding Project

Something Brighter

An antidote to the distressing images of division.

                            6" x 6"   15cm x 15cm

Green Line (2)

Green Line (2) continues the query of what an arbitrary dividing line in my neighbourhood could look like.

Green Line 1 and 2

Can't get under it

I have resisted doing 'can't get under it' because the thought of it makes me feel claustrophobic. All the same, it needed doing.

22" x 20"

56cm x 51cm

Coptic Binding Meets Recycling

I just learned how do to coptic binding, which curiously is a little like knitting a book together. I used materials that were at hand. The thread is embroidery floss run through bee's wax to make it firm and a little sticky.

Over

Over

20" x 26"  51cm x 66cm

oil on canvas 

Green Line (1)

6" x 6" 

(former 'domino')

"Green Line refers to the demarcation lines set out in the 1949 Armistice Agreements between Israel and its neighbours (Egypt, Jordan, Lebanon, and Syria) after the 1948 Arab-Israeli War..... The name derives from the green ink used to draw the line on the map while the talks were going on."                                                                                                      Wikipedia

"The army was forced to split downtown into two, using fences and razor wire, a modern version of the Green Line."                      Nahlah Ayed, A Thousand Farewells (pg238-9)

I am imagining what a Green Line would mean in my neighbourhood.

Dominoes

Two years ago I got rid of a lot of things. I started painting these 'dominoes' to commemorate these obsolete and often sentimental belongings. Each 6" x 6" square connects in 2 directions. I painted them, we moved, and I stacked them in a closet.  

I pulled them out recently. I am sensitive to why I did this exercise, but in terms of visual impact, they aren't very significant. I edited.  

I am saving these ones, mostly for sentimental value to me. The others will take on new life.