Out of Tune in Color
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In 2011, I decided that after 21 years of using the mosaic medium as a means to my end of making stuff, that it
was time for me to approach my process differently. I was tired of racing from deadline to deadline, feeling like
I was being buffeted by the unseen hand of something that seemed random.
I wanted out of the mosaic ghetto and I wanted my work to be seen as the sculpture which it is. I decided, too,
that I would not let anything distract me from my goal of creating a cohesive body of new work --- neither teenagers,
nor aging nor love nor promises of group exhibitions --- not even birthdays.
For the most part, I was successful, except that what I thought would take one year, took almost four!
I have titled this body of work, Out of Tune in Color after piece #12, "The Epiphany" which alludes to a
painful, musical encounter that really got me thinking. And making.
Thanks so much for taking the time to look at what I have made.
was time for me to approach my process differently. I was tired of racing from deadline to deadline, feeling like
I was being buffeted by the unseen hand of something that seemed random.
I wanted out of the mosaic ghetto and I wanted my work to be seen as the sculpture which it is. I decided, too,
that I would not let anything distract me from my goal of creating a cohesive body of new work --- neither teenagers,
nor aging nor love nor promises of group exhibitions --- not even birthdays.
For the most part, I was successful, except that what I thought would take one year, took almost four!
I have titled this body of work, Out of Tune in Color after piece #12, "The Epiphany" which alludes to a
painful, musical encounter that really got me thinking. And making.
Thanks so much for taking the time to look at what I have made.
petite disclaimer: this page could use a bit of work, especially the quality of the photographs --- improvements coming someday!
#1 " The Trip " [for my brother]
#2 " I Did Not Miss the Boat " [ for my mother-in-law ]
with lyrics from the folk song, "The Water is Wide"
#3 "{Tecza-Arcobaleno Set #2 The Red Family} II) Back When I was Pink (Instead of Red)
We Would Send Them To Each Other [ for my girlfriends / for my sisters-in-law ]
I chose to tackle red as my second hue for the Tecza-Arcobaleno series. I thought "The Red Family" was appropriate as my surname means red in
Italian. With this piece I was harking back to all those Valentine Days in high school where, once a year, we endured the unpleasant ritual of
waiting for carnations to be delivered; that is, carnations that were delivered only to some. Back then, it was mainly only certain girls, usually the
ones who possessed steady boyfriends who were chosen. However, many of us became resourceful at avoiding public humiliation and we would
send carnations to each other. The flowers comprising the grid in the background of this piece are all photos of carnations, and the text reads: "these are for all of us", in repetition. I wanted to give back and take charge.
No, this sculpture is not a nod towards Andy Warhol!:)
Italian. With this piece I was harking back to all those Valentine Days in high school where, once a year, we endured the unpleasant ritual of
waiting for carnations to be delivered; that is, carnations that were delivered only to some. Back then, it was mainly only certain girls, usually the
ones who possessed steady boyfriends who were chosen. However, many of us became resourceful at avoiding public humiliation and we would
send carnations to each other. The flowers comprising the grid in the background of this piece are all photos of carnations, and the text reads: "these are for all of us", in repetition. I wanted to give back and take charge.
No, this sculpture is not a nod towards Andy Warhol!:)
#4 " City of God: 'Why Am I Painting the Living Room?' *
*song title by Lou and Peter Berryman
#5 " City of God: The Long Night "
"We Wanted Much
But Were Kept Too Busy
And In The Long Night
Our Dreams
Were
Bought And Sold"
But Were Kept Too Busy
And In The Long Night
Our Dreams
Were
Bought And Sold"
#6 " City of God: I Will Drink From the Well "
#7 " Reliquary " [for all my cousins]
#8 {"Tecza-Arcobaleno Set #2 The Red Family} III) Radical"
Here is number three in The Red Family. Radical comes from the word for "root" and I have often delighted in remembering
the true meaning of "radical". Where-ever I go, what-ever I do, and most certainly what-ever I make, my beginnings, my family, my culture pop out in little ways and manifest itself, unbidden. I am happy about that and wonder why the phrase "your roots are showing" might be seen negatively.
I am proud of my roots! I love the glittery, the color soaked, bright like my Babci's pillows, those stained glass windows and the plastic wrapped powder blue seats of my Dad's 1964 Cadillac. And who, but a really mean-spirited ex-professor of mine, would ever say that red, purple, pink and orange together are "ugly"?
the true meaning of "radical". Where-ever I go, what-ever I do, and most certainly what-ever I make, my beginnings, my family, my culture pop out in little ways and manifest itself, unbidden. I am happy about that and wonder why the phrase "your roots are showing" might be seen negatively.
I am proud of my roots! I love the glittery, the color soaked, bright like my Babci's pillows, those stained glass windows and the plastic wrapped powder blue seats of my Dad's 1964 Cadillac. And who, but a really mean-spirited ex-professor of mine, would ever say that red, purple, pink and orange together are "ugly"?
This is only an excerpt of "Lost in Early January". I have decided that I am not completely
satisfied with how this mosaic turned out, so it is back to the drawing board!
I did finish it and did redo it, but it might be the piece that ALWAYS stays on the drawing board...... It sits upstairs, forlorn, unloved....!
#10 " Vulcan: A Love Poem - Spring " [for my mom and dad]
#11 " Vulcan: A Love Poem - Winter " [ for my great-uncle, Antonio]
#12 " Out of Tune in Color - Epiphany "
[ for Connie, Uncle Phil Cuccurullo and Mr. Johnson ]
Epiphany has its own page - please go here.
Definition
Here is one dictionary definition of “epiphany”: “a sudden, intuitive perception of or insight into the reality or essential meaning of something, usually initiated by some simple, homely, or commonplace occurrence or experience.”
I used this piece as the epiphany in a larger body of work, (2011-2015) because the real-life incident that generated my very real need to make this sculpture, was a high/low moment, in how I viewed myself, my talents and lack thereof. “Out of Tune in Color” was made in response to a very unpleasant interaction that I had with some "fellow" musicians when I belonged to a so-called community concert band. I was humiliated and quit the band, and haven’t really picked up my instrument since. (I had trouble playing in tune.). With this sculpture, I was trying to comment on my experience and trying to redeem myself as a person who does indeed have some technical chops, albeit in a different art form than music (!)
Color, the hues of tone?
The rainbow trapezoidal prism was me trying to show off.
On the other hand, that blue rondelle, was hell to make and nearly drove me crazy, but I am rather proud that I somewhat pulled it off.
I was getting down to using tiny, tiny chips of glass, shards really, in order to create the blending blue. (For this rondelle,I was inspired by a mosaic, in a Southern California museum, that an acquaintance called to my attention —- The mosaic was from the Arts and Crafts period [when I find it again, I will link to it!] and there was a portion of that mosaic that had this beautiful shading and made me want to practice my shading skills. When it works, shading or color blending is a lovely effect in mosaic. Alas, I came nowhere close to the beauty and technical skill of this other Arts and Crafts mosaic, but I have made peace with this realization. At least I was inspired to try… and really nothing that I have ever made is ever exactly as I first envision!)
The Pete Seeger quote, around the halo reads: “The easiest way to avoid wrong notes, is to never open your mouth and sing. What a mistake that would be.” This quote was my message to my detractors from my ill-fated amateur musician experience.
Or, in essence, this quote was a message to myself.
The thin black glass canes in the white iridescent field alludes to the musical staff. My husband think it looks like a guitar —- that works too! (I just love it when unintended coincidences, or references, or metaphors happen and show itself in the finished product.
Then, I think, that maybe I am on the right track!?).
Aunt Jean and Aunt Sophie
While I was making this piece —- and it was a long time in the making! My Aunt Jean died. I felt bad that I could not attend her funeral, so I determined that I would honor her somehow in the piece that I was working on. I asked my cousins what kind of music did she like —— did she like music? Yes, she did and she often listened to Polish polkas and Hawaiian music. Yes! What a great combo, as I happened to love both of those genres, myself. So. Aunt Jean appeared, and I knew that I had to have a Hawaiian lei shape, hence the blue rondelle surrounded by a lei, a ring of pink carnations —- pink carnations mean “I will never forget you” in flower language. Around the photo of my Aunt Jean, I used red glass beads to symbolize the beads that women wear when they don their Polish folk costumes —- supposedly red beaded necklaces are common (even though I always wore multi-colored beads with my Polish costume), and so I made the necklace around my Aunt Jean in red glass beads (special beads that had once belonged to my friend Carol’s daughter, Lisa).These were my attempts to acknowledge my Aunt Jean’s love of Polish and Hawaiian music.
Next, I could feel my Mom, aka Aunt Sophie, having to appear, and as the luck of design would have it, this sculpture needed another round shape to balance its composition —- a round shape in “the moon position”. And since, my Uncle Bucky used to call my Mom, “Moonface” when they were kids, my Mom joined her sister, Jean, on this piece. And so they are.
To the Moon and then some...
Well, I could go on and on about this one sculpture…. for example, there is the music box that I put into another box (on the bottom of the piece). I had had this quasi- broken music box that once belonged to my Mother-in-law and it happened to play one of my favorite old songs: “Fly Me to The Moon”. That seemed just perfect —- another moon! However, the music box only works, somewhat, and some of the time. One needs to wind it up all the way, and it just might tinkle for you. If not, that is okay. It is there, embedded in the piece, and that is what counts.
I used my step-grandfather, Connie’s, musical composition, “The Kiss”, gracing the outside scalloped edge. I also used handwritten band music, written by my great uncle, Phil Cuccurullo, around the bottom, surrounding the music box. My Uncle Phil played in an Italian-American Community band, managed by my Grandfather, in Stamford, Connecticut, in the 1930’s, (I believe), so I used two of my Uncle's band photos, as well as mine! from 7th/8th grade.
Above the rainbow trapezoidal prism that I hope might evoke a metronome, is a photo of a metronome face with the words “so out of tune I could just lay down and die”. And under that prism are the letters, " T O N A L V A L U E S", interspersed with a gray scale.
Beneath that, on the platform, there is an inscription on the frontispiece:
" In the spaces between our thought, action, feeling and soul lie wisdom, integrity, kindness, humor and patience."
One penultimate note: that is my Aunt Jean’s shiny black and white floor on the bottom and sides of the trapezoidal prism. Black and white checks always speak “floor” to me.
Lastly, the title of the round photo, in the middle is “Moonrise over Plum Blossoms/ Berkeley”, and I took that photo from our back yard.