Unititled
graphite
I’m interested in the way structure holds memory
graphite
from my sketchbook
A funny thing about this drawing, when I was making it I wasn’t thinking about anything out right gory. I was thinking about that feeling that you’ve outgrown your life, that you’re trying to shove yourself into a life you don’t fit into anymore, that feeling of being disconnected from your body, and feeling confined by symbolic structures. It wasn’t until after I showed the drawing to someone and their reaction was “Oh! That’s disturbing,” that I realized if viewed literally, it is kind of disturbing.
thread
graphite, red ink
from my sketchbook
lacework
paper cut
from my sketchbook
Hatching
salvaged plywood, nails, dryer lint, door hinges, eggshells, polymer clay
In the detritus something is emerging
Nesting
salvaged plywood and moulding, nails, door hinges, fabric, dryer lint, eggshells, twigs, grass, glass
In the detritus something is waiting
After a prolonged absence, I’m excited to show some new work! This is an installation I did for SpaceWorks Tacoma in a store front that would otherwise been sitting empty. The “sun” is made from fallen autumn leaves and the trees were printed on rice paper using an acetone transfer method. The sculptures in the front are a person, a bear, a raven, and a chipmunk, and are made from clay. It was a lot of work, and if I were to do it over again there are a few little things I would change, but I’m pretty proud of it. Let me know what you think, and if you’re hanging around in Tacoma, WA anytime soon and you want to see it in person, send me an email (KellyJuneMitchell{at}gmail{dot}com) and I’ll give you the address. There are a bunch of other really talented artists who participated and their windows look great too.
Last night I finished two pieces that I’ve been working on in real life for a few weeks, but have been working on in my head for over a year. I had to whisk them off to a show this morning and I didn’t get a chance to take photos of them. Now I’m having awful paranoid visions of them somehow being accidentally destroyed and then there will be no proof that I ever made them.
