Free Art in NYC
I was perusing the Cloth Paper Scissors website I found a blog post from Jenn Mason calling for art. CPS will be giving away free art, guerilla style, toward the end of the month in NYC. I was intrigued at the idea of free art. My friend Shari (www.guerillayarngal.com) does this guerilla thing well. She leaves hand crocheted hats with sweet tags asking the receiver to give to the local food bank. It’s inspiring to say the least. So when I read this call for art, I got on board and made my own little piece of guerilla art. I used a vintage Pokeno board, random paper ephemera, vinyl flowers, hand crocheted flowers, metal brads, ribbon, dimensional art pens, and a civil war game piece.
I had made the crocheted flowers this summer camping in Rangeley
The whole piece measures 6" x 6"
December 13th, 2011 at 9:07 pm
I mailed mine today! It was fun, wasn’t it? Inspired me to do more guerilla art. Love your collage!
December 14th, 2011 at 6:13 am
I love your collage, too. What’s the title? Is it about your kids? I saw subtle clues…
December 14th, 2011 at 7:57 am
This is a great idea and I am glad you sent one in–love your piece! I think it is so important to support artists and the creative community in general, and I also think that everyone should have access to art, so I am glad that this is happening.
Was the small format a challenge when you were making this? From the photo, it reads bigger than 6 by 6 and I would think that it would be a bit harder to make a coherent piece in such a small space, but I see that you have done it :-)
December 14th, 2011 at 2:47 pm
Thanks everybody! The small format is easier, I think. I didn’t give it too much thought. Sophie and I sat down at the dining room table and she did her art while I did mine. By the way, independent use of shake-on style glitter by a 4 year old equals a fun but hot mess! The collage elvolved on it’s own to be about change and how flowers, even perrenials don’t stay in one place forever. But everyone wants flowers because they’re instanly gratifying with their pretty blooms. Trees on the other hand anchor themselves and last for a long long time. So pretty little flowers move away eventually and trees grow slowly and can last a lifetime. This could be a metaphor for a lot of situations but I did have my kids in mind. How they will leave me someday and how sad that seems now. The tree could represent our home, or Jason and mine’s relationship.