Last year 2017 I participated in the Employee Art Show and I was also able have one of my Photography Collages on display at the Daily Press a Coffee shop across the street from my house.
This year the Museum Union Employees are having their own Art Show that is separate from the museum. I’m a proud Union member of DC 37 Local 1503. The Union Art Show will take place in March. I have already registered and completed my Mixed Media Photo Collage.
After working for the museum for ten Yes 10 years I’ve been heavily influenced by the various special exhibits as well as the permanent collection.
Over the years I’ve spent many hours standing in the Modern Art galleries of the Main Bldg and since 2016 been on Night Shift in the Modern and Contemporary Art museum. Same museum in a different location.
Thus I’ve spent lots of time gazing at Jackson Pollack drip paintings. Like many people at first I discounted Jackson Pollacks drip painting methods but over time his methods began to intrigue me motivating me to incorporate his technique into my photography.
Not having a great deal of space in my house instead of dripping paint I drip nail polish or what some call Lacquer. I really enjoyed the process however my Masterpiece is now drying in the backyard due to the awful smell of nail polish. My cat Sylvester even left the bedroom electing to sit in the hallway watching me.
(For those of you who have no idea who is Jackson Pollack I have included two videos of him in Creative Action.)
Funny that right around the time I saw the flyer for the Union Art Show I saw the head curator for the photography department. Every time I see him he has always encouraged in my endeavors. Two other curators have also encouraged me.
God wants me to move forward with my Photography Blog Roaming Urban Gypsy as well as to expand my outreach in terms of creating and submitting more photos throughout New York city. Therefore I’m stepping up my game for 2018.
Here is a Sneak peek at my Photography Collage submission from inception to completion.
The Name of my submission is Broadway Junction en Lacquer.
JoyBaieda had consistently checked the dials, gauges, and meters wondering why the absorption rate was glowing so slowly that it was almost at a stand still. Formerly troublesome tremulous Nepenthes had ceased leaving their home-base making it even more difficult to feed the diameters so the process could continue. Even the formerly tremulous thermostat was silent. Quiet. Too quiet… Made her wonder if the Settlement would survive Then wonder why the Dayforming process had slowed down to the point of going in reverse. At this rate no matter how many Ancestor passkeys were at hand or available for use there was no way we would be able to scale the Community Board and be ready for Escape Pod Eclipse.
“There were giants on the earth in those days… the sons of God came in to the daughters of men and they bore children to them”. (Gen. 6:4) the Nephilim?
At that thought She spotted the little multicolored Whirlwind. As she watched it began to spin. As it spun it grew larger whilst moving in a circular pattern as it approached her. Then it began to take the form of a young man with a handle bar mustache, top hat and frock coat. Unexpectedly a beautiful young woman materialized along side him.
Aunt Carrie ~~ George Gordon’s Sister
With the coming of the Strix Eclipse the Dead shall Mock the Living.
Quite the Dapper Gentleman aren’t you Uncle Henry and I see you’ve brought along Aunt Carrie! Carrie beating Henry to reply with a gentle noble head said, “I tired of the Gibber jab of Hibernia Watson and decided to accompany Henry on this quest,.
JoyBaieda breathed a sigh of relief that Aunt Carrie had accompanied Uncle Henry as Aunt Carrie was a skilled Streamstress. Surely Aunt Carrie could get to the root of the problem, speed up the Dayformer in readiness for the Eclipse.
Well Now Folks Let the Soiree Begin!
Aunt Carrie and Uncle Henry transported us via Memories Tubes back to 924 Belmont Avenue in Brooklyn, New York — One of my many Old childhood Haunts. Obviously not their memories being that they were from the 19th Century but as families we have Collective Generational Memory available to all but only a few can access. Once a thriving community of families it was now in the 22nd Century had become a bombed out ruin from the Class Wars that devastated America in the 21st century. Not only was 924 Belmont the portal to disaster and chaos but it was populated by creatures who looked like escapees from the Island of Dr. Moreau.
Extreme weather Conditions lamented the roads. 924 Belmont Avenue was the only place where snow storms, hurricanes, tornadoes, mudslides and earthquakes could occur simultaneously. The skies and general atmosphere continuously contorted and convulsed as if in some deep agonizing suffering unending pain.
924 Belmont was also a gathering place for seers, oracles, witches and warlocks. Gremlins and gnomes also met for tea-filled elixirs and potions. Even the trolls had a place behind the shield. Despite the bad press over eons Trolls began as gatekeepers. Gatekeepers who were unseated in Euro Fairy Tales. Some Trolls had even intermarried and had children by not so innocent lusty female fairies.
Enchanted ones who understood the languages of flowers, trees, foliage, plants on earth and below the roiling oceans/seas. Melodic whisperings echoed in underground pubs and taverns. Musical allurement was provided by the Harp/Harpsichord group The Jiggle Pinks. Terpsichore lead the dancers. A cacophony. A Din. From both without and within. Flailing Frocks of Flaneuers and Flaneuses forging upon the Dance Floor producing Mixed Media.
Once the Amusement activities ended thus began Winged Garuda who brought the Initiatory Tones. Twinned Flutists paired one higher in elevation than the other but each in sync with the other. Kinship of the Elder lifts up and protects the younger. Beginning One Pulse. Pause. Two Pulse. Pause. Half Pulse. End. In this way the meeting place and all in attendance were Blessed.
Le Gui and Laila Piscatorious miraged upon the scene bringing with them their aquatic environment in suspended animation above the group. In his seductive voice with a grin and a chuckle Le Gui announced Representatives from Mer-Land All Present and Accounted For!”
Mer-Land was once a Dominion called Coney Island. Now a bit split off from the mainland but still essential to the Lands. Each district of Mer-Land was governed by it’s own unique Merlin. Dominions. Territories. Districts. Orderly Chaos. That was the 22nd Century.
Patsy Cline Tennessee Waltz
Bonnie Raitt, Aaron Neville & Gregg Allman -Tell It Like It Is
TOM JONES – Green Green Grass Of Home (31 December, 2009)
Loving the effects of light, shadows, darkness, plus Fog all combined during Friday’s Early Morning Fog. Enjoyed the opportunity to capture the Misty qualities.
Took a Bubble bath in which I added Coconut milk. One can directly into my bath water and the other can I poured onto my hair. After my bath I applied Coconut oil to my hair.
Love your Hair, Love Yourself.
Out of the tub and my curls are popping!
Fridays are Refresh the Hair Color Day. I always make sure I deep condition my hair on the weekends. I Treat My Afro Hair with Love and it Loves me back!
Railroad Tracks going up and down her arms. A magnificent bloody detailed needlepoint. Crack pipe blues. Give me an avalanche of poison for my rebirth.
You don’t understand my journey. It is one of withdrawal.
I.V. Drip, Drip, Drip, Drip
Glazed look in his eyes transfers to me giving me Restless Womb Syndrome. He kissed me with such fervor and hunger that I thought he’d eat me alive. He did.
Another baby born for sacrifice. Screaming. Shaking. Yelling. Crying. Wailing. Babies future fodder for grottoes and guttersnipes. Prison Pipelines like those white lines going up her nose.
Running a Train. Subway Icarus suicide. Fried Flesh scent lives in my nostrils brain memory. A Train to nowhere and oblivion.
Espiritu en Fuego/A Fiery Spirit 