Despite a B.A. education in ceramics and decorative arts, Virginia Toma has shifted to painting. A painting marked by order, geometry, accuracy, chromatic purification, contemplation. Her current project – spanning five years already – is built on coincidental mathematical and aesthetical notions – the line, the point, the plane. In order to represent them she is in constant search for manners of construction that respect self-imposed rules meant to engender constancy, discipline, rigour, predictability and also to point out the complexity of certain simple notions via rhythm-symmetry-repetition. Keep Reading
Founded by artists Andrew Kennedy and Magda DeJose, Sculpture Space NYC – located in Long Island City, NYC – is a stunning ceramics and sculpture center of 4,500 sq. feet of individual and communal workspaces, high ceilings and natural light, equipped with potter wheels, slab roller, clay extruder, electric and gas kilns, and a glaze chemistry room for its members – artists, designers and craftspeople – to experiment, learn, make, reflect and develop their artistic skills. SSNYC also provides classes, workshops and mentoring to help artists and designers develop prototypes and realize their clay-based projects. Keep Reading
We are the architects of our own psychological spaces. We design the spaces subconsciously, and we are also the residents in our spaces as well as in reality. Sometimes, we are lost, or get trapped in our own mental spaces; we look for the exit sign to lead the way out to a haven, a way to find inner peace. […] In my work, I invite the viewer to experience and feel the fragility and vulnerability from my own anxiety and inner fear, as well as to reflect upon their own inner struggles. At the same time, I see my work as self-reflection, and self-realization as well as a means for healing. (Xi Nan)
End of November – moist, smelling of smoke. Somewhere, a woodpecker at work. The house is warm, an invitation to day-dreaming, memories rewinding and introspection. That certain autumnal melancholic solitude – bearing a slight existential sadness. So different from the hibernal phlegmatic solitude accompanied by an aloofness as cold as the ice that designed the models on the window.