Ladies Who Paint at the museum thru January 31
In the tradition of Grandma Moses, these 3 artists discovered their artistic talents later in life and have made creative expression part of their daily lives.
Please join us to view "VENTURES IN ART", a representational collection on exhibit through January 31, 2010
Mollie Solorzano, Linda Kennedy and Dr. Georgianna Galas have painted together for several years and share a love of artistic expression. Closing Reception Sunday, January 31, 1 to 4pm
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And in February "Up From the Ashes" a new body of work from Sculptor, Jean Cornwell"
Opening Reception: Friday, February 5, 6 to 9pm Women's History Museum
Jean's work speaks for itself... but just as loud, are the words of the artist herself:
Artist Statement
My first one-woman art show was
exhibited on the underside of my grandmother's kitchen table. I had not
yet developed my own particular style nor could I reveal my source of
inspiration but I was, nevertheless, expressing my artistic self. In
years to come these childish dabblings would lead me to a never-ending
experimentation with a variety of styles, media and methods which, to
this day, are still in the process of creative evolution.
Born
in the Black Capital of the world, Harlem, I was bombarded with sights
and sounds that only this unique neighborhood could offer. I felt I had
it all and was quite aware that I was living in a very live art
gallery. From behind the windows of my basement apartment, I viewed the
colorful parade of Black ladies with their sugar brown legs; red-eyed
winos, drooling in drunken contentment in the curb; the white-tipped
cane of the nameless blind man announcing this approach. I listened to
the local crooners, using the stoops as their public stages. I watched
the flamboyantly-dressed numbers runner make his twice-daily rounds
dispensing either joy or sorrow. When I can on the street itself, I
danced to the hop-scotch rhythms of the double-dutch, played with the
neighborhood girls. I watched with envy the scrabby-kneed boys playing
their game of loadies with old bottle caps. I enjoyed the summer
evening games of stoop-ball watching the soft pink ball bravely
bouncing against the gray-brown cement steps. It was a time for
running, laughing, jumping-a fun time. A lifetime of images, waiting to
be born, were formed on these streets by these alive Black people.
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