okay
i’ve been asked to talk
i want to talk
about my art
as transformation of material into
uh
metaphor
uh
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maybe i should just start with some older pieces of mine
some earlier work
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you see
these pieces
this piece was part of a series
where i was dealing with surface sequence as a metaphor for form
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you see the uh
the interior space here
if you look up here on the upper right
you can see the interior is very red
some deep purple in spots
little flecks of ochre
i’m sorry
this is a really bad slide
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but basically the insides are very hot and molten
and then you know
the outsides are crusty
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very crusty
you see how dry the surface is
brittle and cracking
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when you take these pieces into the sunlight the insides glow
and then you get uh
you get all involved with this incredible contrast between the encrustations on the surfaces
against that that super-smooth interior gloss........
a little later on sasha recalls an influence from her childhood:
. . .
my mother
growing up
on sundays
we grew up near the marshlands in southern new jersey
and my mother would take us out to the marshes
in the freezing cold
and we’d sit there in our gold rambler station wagon
freezing
cause she would watch
without any heat
and her window
open
halfway
my mother would watch the sunset
she’d have us watch the sunset
i remember she’d be looking up
and she’d say
today’s gonna be a good one
i can tell by the atmospheric conditions
and the moisture
and the wind velocity
and all this meteriological stuff
she’d get all excited
she’d say
we’re gonna have a fantastically colorful sunset today kids!
it’s gonna be quite a show
well
that was just about the last thing two kids wanted to be doing
on a sunday
i mean
sitting in the freezing cold
in a dumpy car
with your mother
watching the sunset
you know
but
but
but at the same time
it was kind of amazing!
it was like a laser-light show
my mother
with her stop-watch
and her journal
and her sketchbook
and her oil pastels
and she would say
in three seconds
the shadows over there are going to change from prussian blue
to magnesium blue
and then to a kind of luminescent mauve
and sure enough
the sun would go down a few more degrees
and she’d say
these clouds up here are going to turn like a florescent orange-pink
and she was right!
you know
and i
i would look up at her and she would
her eyes wouldn’t even blink
and she would shake
it would scare me
she would shake
not from the cold
but
from the beauty
of watching the sun go down
as much as she scared me
at those times
i was
i was also in awe
i would shake
not from the cold
i would shake
looking up at my mother
it was like
it was like
my mother had orchestrated this gigantic conceptual magic sky-art piece
orchestrated it all by herself
and harvey
and me
were the audience
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