Saturday, July 03, 2010

Signs of our times

Here's another adventure - sharing observations, this time signs. A group exhibition of  international submissions will take place September 14-19, 2010 at Mobius in Boston, Massachusetts, USA. Curated by Jane Hsiaoching Wang.

The call for contributions can be found here: http://mobius-signsofourtimes.blogspot.com/p/signs-of-our-times-call-for-works.html

Submit your Signs!

"INTENT:

Have you ever been walking, bicycling, driving, sitting in a bus or train and suddenly seen a sign which made you do a double take? or seen a sign whose meaning escaped you or initially gave you pause and then perhaps you comprehended its meaning or didn't? or a sign which made no sense at all? or a sign that just made you laugh or cry hysterically for some unfathomable reason?

This call is about those puzzling/surreal/emotionally evocative signs of our times. "Of our times" is defined as either drawing from your own personal experience/history or the collective's present, near past or imagined future."
 
Here's my contribution: http://mobius-signsofourtimes.blogspot.com/2010/07/debora-alanna-7.html

Saturday, June 05, 2010

Belief in Magic

Frogs dominated a creek near my childhood home. Constantly handling these creatures, I believed the myth that my countless warts resulted from this activity. My grandfather explained that wrapping a hand-spun strand of wool around the warts, and burying the fibre on the south side of the house under my bedroom window would remove the unsightly bumps. I allowed his patient hands to circle each bulge, and caringly plant the contaminated strand in a soft earth mound as I watched. Waking the next morning to wart-free hands, my wonder at the results superseded rational nay saying. My appreciation for the magical power of belief in acts of kindness prevails.

Wednesday, June 02, 2010

Wants and Needs

One blistery winter storm, I asked my grandfather (Avi), Thorvalder to go to the store for much needed glue to complete a school project. Either his deafness or my poor explanation of what I wanted was the reason for his return with dressmaker’s coloured transfer paper, where you could draw on the back and lines of orange, green, purple, blue, yellow or red would show up on fabric. Having braved the blizzard for my benefit, he handed me this prize with his one yellow tooth brimming with accomplished joy. My 8 –year-old heart didn’t have the will to tell him the packet of drawing sheets was not what I asked for. I am recalling this now, remembering that what you think you want is not necessarily what you need.

Monday, May 24, 2010

Light






When reading is a challenge, it sometimes feels like this...

Three is a war


Recently, I have become a member of Global Poets. Here is my latest posting to this site: http://globalpoets.org/community/Embellish4art

(You need to click the image twice to read the poem without distortion.)


Thursday, May 20, 2010

Debora Alanna - Relationship - 6 sculptures in progress


Spring by Debora Alanna - a poem for new beginnings

1
Thunder rarely claps here
light that shone
between us, crescendoing
now a veil of retraint
Polite, the soak of mezzo forte
lightning subverted
Blue eyes rivet
curtailing conversation
to a pont.
2
A flicker
the unified sky
brushes wind
amongst park trees
held fast by crab-grass
blankets
A caw
crowing, mocking
the promise of intensity
held fast.
3
The song
his voice a fugue
mine a silent opera
opening skyward
rankling, robust
electricity unplugged
dropping rain
splatters
Thump pump
cheeks dry
retreat.
4
Rock beds
mount
obtaining lichen
little mountains
maintaining structure.
Sad silly symphony
Rest, the wind is planting
Grow slowly, gentle
plants
persevere. Behold!
That clapping sound.
Light.
5
Crow hops and flutters
the pavement pounds
from little footsteps
Crow up
flight is easy
for a crow.

Thursday, May 06, 2010

Surrealestate - Mobius Artrages - International Artist List

Mobius (est. 1977), located in Boston MA "is a non-profit, artist-run organization, whose mission is to generate, shape and test experimental art." As part of the event ArtRages, 70 international artists have contributed to the exhibition SurrealEstate. I have been fortunate to be one of these contributors.

Monday, May 03, 2010

The Hermitage

The Hermitage



Alone.
Square walls close inward
slanting out light
straightening hope.


Displaced memories hover
insulating resistance to wholesome thought.


Mouldering bane
Tortuous recall
restricts grace.


Racing through pallid walls
suspended dreams grey
preserving dimness.


Reckless solo banter subjugates solace
scaring
crushing aspiration.


Company is the wayward bug
flying inward
through the gaping screen
defying regulation
to open
unprotected refuge...
insect thwarts total isolation.


Languid
work collects dusty melancholy.
Stalled: industry
Ceased.
FLY!

Monday, April 19, 2010

My reviews at Exhibit-v

 As a regular contributor to the Exhibit-v blog 'Write-ups' section, I have the privilege of interviewing artists in Victoria, BC, and learning about their art practice. Exhibit-v has posted my reviews of some work shown locally: http://exhibit-v.blogspot.com/search/label/write%20ups

Exhibit-v promotes artists in Victoria by listing current art exhibitions and art galleries. Through video clips of shows, artist interviews and commentary on the Exhibit-v blog, podcasts and Facebook exposure, this virtual compendium of media is Victoria's indispensable cultural information source. From the Exhibit-v website, you can also access the blog, as well as a calendar for openings ~ interviews for the Victoria, BC and area art community, and art enthusiasts. A great site!

Monday, April 12, 2010

Thursday, April 08, 2010

Exhibit-v

Exhibit-v  is how we find out what art is showing in Victoria, BC. The Exhibit-v blogExhibit-v website and Exhibit-v Facebook page is our most expedient way of finding out what is going on in this Capitol's art scene.  Efren Quiroz  informs us about openings, on-going exhibits and documents the shows and artist's point of view with his videography.

The Exhibit-v website is sleek and very userfriendly platform for showcasing Victoria, BC's art and events provocatively and faithfully.

"Exhibit-v provides an extensive monthly calendar of openings,ongoing art exhibitions and the most reliable list of art galleries in the community. Video clips of exhibitions and the people attending the events, as well as interviews with artists will enhance exposure for these visual arts events."

Write-Ups! features reviews of exhibitions that are current on the Exhibit-v blog.  John Luna and Debora Alanna (that's me) as well as other TBA contributors share our insights in this ambitious and commendable on-line venture that celebrates and promotes artists in Victoria.

The Exhibit-v FB Fan page conveniently and comprehensively announces Victoria's art events, widening the public awareness of how to participate in this thiving art scene. Thank you, Efren!

Tuesday, March 09, 2010

Embellish4art

Debora Alanna - Some of my sculpture featured on this site... Although thi site is limited to a few sculpture works, my art practice is more diverse. Yet, I am compelled to allow this sculptural practise to 'float' to the forefront, as I find sculpture adresses the unspoken, unadulterated discovery of internal clarity.

Saturday, February 27, 2010

"Look"



















Finding Direction   Pastel - 8" x 10"


  Ascension           Pastel - 8" x 10

2 works of mine are part of the group exhibit produced by the 
Community Arts Council of Greater Victoria called "Look". 
This show runs through the month of March 2010. 

Sunday, February 21, 2010

Saturday, January 30, 2010

"A Book About Death"

http://umlivrosobreamorte.blogspot.com/2010/01/debora-alanna-355.html#links


http://www.mube.art.br/?Expo&area=futuro&id=42



These two works have been reduced to 4" x 6" postcards and mailed to 
"A Book About Death" for the exhibition at the                                      MUBE in Brazil
Museu Brasileiro da Escultura                                            
Av. Europa, 218São Paulo - Brasil


This contribution appears on their blog:



Friday, January 29, 2010

Corbu - Space, Light, Order

Le Corbusier (Corbu) quotes (Swiss architect and city planner, whose designs combine the functionalism of the modern movement with a bold, sculptural expressionism.  1887-1965) :
“To create architecture is to put in order. Put what in order? Function and objects.”
“The home should be the treasure chest of living.”
"Space and light and order. Those are the things that men need just as much as they need bread or a place to sleep"
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Memory is eidetic, thinking back to my Corbu experience, almost 14 years ago. http://embellish4art.blogspot.com/2004/09/villa-sarabhai.html
This link (above) begins to describe a part of my soul's formation and how Corbusier had a hand in this. 
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Randy Shear of ShearDesigns, posted the third quote listed above to his Facebook page. Robert Winslow, sculptor/painter commented. I also posted a comment. These FB contributions discuss the concept of order.  I learned there is an architectural order that is referred to by Corbu, and this inherent order is beyond my capacity to emulate. I can embrace that capacity in others, especially because Corbusier, author of this quote, has provided a profound living memory through his order, his space and light that continues to structure my life. More, I am grateful for social networking to revive this memory, its impact and further develop its consequence. 

Villa Sarabhai is a "treasure chest of living". Here, Corbusier incised space through architectural order amplifying light and enabling energetic connectivity. I remember rooms merging and ceilings expanding, surprising spaces presenting opportunities for congregating and repose, eating, sleeping and reflection. Pouncing and dancing of juxtapositions that engaged and cuddled, that invited and developed a magical space of contrapuntal rhapsody. There was a comforting weight of solidity, windows of intrigue and mystifying integration of landscape that cradled the walls. Breathing with anticipation, each corner, every turn revealed an new way of thinking, allowed integrity of beauty to expand. The many artists that lived and worked in this home must have felt this, from the explosive production of art they left for Sarabhai. 

W.B. Yeats described the 'space between' in a poem I once read. The title of this poem title escapes me, however, the experience he epitomized refers to the energy that is created between people, their experience of each other, what they create by interacting, feeling, and all that people do together. Corbu's Villa Sarabhai orders space and light,  encouraging this dynamic. The intoxication, a love affair with his architecture is intensified by the order.  I don't know if I heard the cacophony of Paradise Flycatchers, Magpie Robins and Malabar Whistling Thrushes or the mimicry of Racket-tailed Drongos. I do know that teasing monkeys in the canopy of tall trees were likely oblivious to my presence. Whether Areca Nut, Mango or some other variety is of no matter. I am overjoyed to be a participant in the effervescence that Courbousier created. 



Thursday, January 28, 2010

vORtEx



Poetic soul, sculptor's sensibilities, abstract thought process, sensual underpinnings, visionary meanderings... I am in a vortex of discombobulation. The equation for making art work with a monetary outcome eludes me. I need help!  Any suggestions that this universe will impart would be welcome. Please write: d_alanna@ yahoo.ca  Thank you.


Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Collective Works Gallery and Dogwood Initiative



I have been accepted as a guest artist for the group show at
Collective Works Gallery with Dogwood Initiative.

Above, is what I will be contributing to this show:

Friday, January 29th.
7-9 pm at 1311 Gladstone Ave.
Fernwood. Victoria, BC Canada.

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Debora Alanna - Saatchi Gallery - Online

http://www.saatchi-gallery.co.uk/yourgallery/artist_profile/Debora+Alanna/117918.htm


Here's my profile at the Saatchi online gallery. This presents an overview of my work to date. The pictures are not entirely in sequential order. The descriptions of the work may enable a further glimpse into my work practice.

Monday, January 25, 2010

More marker drawings - Preliminary development of installations


These drawings are beginnings of a complex installations.
Materials are chosen tofurther develop the concept.
Size is determined by location.
These works would be composed of light (type to be determined),
glass and metal. Possibly other materials would be integrated,
depending on the size and location of the final work.










Thursday, January 21, 2010

Prelude to sculpture drawings


Here's some drawings that are preliminary ideas that may become sculpture or installations. Some themes are reflected previous work.  New drawings replenish the concepts. This is a way to start thinking about making new work. The minimal colour allows concentration on form.




Friday, January 15, 2010

"When I let my life speak, it says to me..."

Created 13 January 2010


Royal Roads University - ESA program
Post forest walk, facilitated by Hilary Leighton, Director, Continuing Studies
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Jargon juxtaposed

with composted fellings
stretched and striated.


Brambles of thought
entangled, jangling
redundancies.


Clarity shrieks
and clearings emerge
with gatherings of saplings
glistening and swaying
gently in sun kissed
quiet.


Bridge that expanse
of field and furrow
including doubt
and sorrow
to saturate beyond
sunlight’s marrow
wrinkled water’s
agitation burrows.


Incising, exorcising
percolating musically
with brisk and unrelenting
nervousness, daunting taunting
cajoling, reminding and imploring that fun is fine

Fun is mirth and breath.


Festivities of silence feast
on absence of vision
regaling whiffs of rancour
begs for indifference.


Release the light.
Lift the dream.
Endanger the debilitation.
Enable the laughter.
Provide simplicity -

Abundance.

Sunday, January 10, 2010

Sunday Pastels

This is my Sunday output. Haven't used pastels in years. Kinda fun.




Wednesday, December 16, 2009

X




Criss-crafted
Cross-crafted
Tied to the dock
Submerging somewhere
On land’s founding
Raft.
Clocking this day
Wayfaring lay
Calcitrant
Calibrating, clocking
Time inbounding
Knouted with NOT
Necessarily knotted
Needling niceties.
Cresting tidiness
Appertain.

ACHE


Rotting light
Blessing blackness
Crunching away
Toothy smiles
Breaching pain
Sugary fright
Sanction liberty
Effective plight.

La Pomme

The weight of the flesh

Weighted apple

Through handling

Firm, unbitten

Shielding unblemished skin

Turning

Palm; round and heavy

Yellow praise

Consume.

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Art and Soul - Installation at group show

This work was produced for the 'Art and Soul' exhibition, held 17 October 2009 at the Victoria Conservatory of Music. I have called this type of work Photo-Poetics as I have combined my poetry with photographs I have taken.

'Art and Soul' was part of Homelessness Action Week in Vcitoria, BC, billed as "a special evening featuring the art and music of people who have experience homelessness."

Saturday, October 03, 2009

THE COLOR OF FIRE - DAVIS MUSEUM


ELS COLORS DEL FOC -
EXPOSICIÓ COL·LECTIVA DE DAVIS MUSEUM


Cicle sobre sostenibilitat."Els 4 elements: El foc"Fum. Flames. Explosió de colors. Cendres...L'ésser humà pot utilitzar-ho per a treballar, alimentar-se, viatjar...a través de la mirada dels artistes ens aproparem a aquesta capacitat de transmetre sensacionsque ens aporta el foc com element versàtil i metafòric de la nostra realitat.Continuant amb el cicle presentem el foc com a segon element. Reflexió sobre la seva vital importància. Font de vida i destrucció, alhora, ens adonarem que no només n'hem de tenir cura perquè el necessitem en la nostre vida quotidiana, sinó perquè el foc ha estat sempre un element entorn al qual explicar contes, llegendes, reflexionar i transmetre coneixement popular. Recuperarem, per tant en aquest cicle el foc com a font de colors, emocions i sentiments.




THE COLOR OF FIRE - COLLECTIVE EXHIBITION OF DAVIS MUSEUM series on sustainability. 'The 4 Elements: The foc'Fum. Flames. Explosion of colors. Ash ... Human beings can use it to work, eat, travel ... through the eyes of the artists we approach this capability to transmit sensacionsque gives us the fire as an element of the versatile and metaphorical realitat.Continuant cycle with our present fire as the second item. Reflection on its vital importance. Source of life and destruction, while we realize that not only have we should be careful because the need in our daily life, but because the fire has always been an element around which tell tales, legends, folk reflect and transmit knowledge . Recover, so in this cycle as a source of fire colors, emotions and feelings.


Artistas:
Debora Alanna


Phyllis Alter
Sonia Burel


Edward Lightner


Davis Lisboa


Centre Cívic Parc-SandaruC/ Buenaventura Muñoz, 21, 08018, BarcelonaDel 7
al 22 d’octubre de 2009
Inauguració: Dimecres, 7 d’octubre, a les 20:00 hs


Centre Cívic Parc-Sandaru


TASCA Projectes d´animació sociocultural


Davis Lisboa


Davis Museum


Ajuntament de Barcelona

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

PRISM


Wake.
A dream?
That door - home!






Looking inside out.
Any time I want.
Open and shut.
A key, my own.

Ascending, descending

The impossibility of
Hope’s taunt

Securely fastening
This dreamer’s
Spectral promise.





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http://www.thefreedictionary.com/home


HOME

1. A place where one lives; a residence.

2. The physical structure within which one lives, such as a house or apartment.

3. A dwelling place together with the family or social unit that occupies it; a household.

4.
a. An environment offering security and happiness.
b. A valued place regarded as a refuge or place of origin.

5. The place, such as a country or town, where one was born or has lived for a long period.

6. The native habitat, as of a plant or animal.

7. The place where something is discovered, founded, developed, or promoted; a source.

8. A headquarters; a home base.

Thursday, September 10, 2009

DAVIS MUSEUM - MKAC, MUSEO KARURA ART CENTRE - SECOND LIFE



DAVIS LISBOA - DAVIS MUSEUM - MKAC, MUSEO KARURA ART CENTRE - SECOND LIFE

DAVIS LISBOA - DAVIS MUSEUM - MUSEO KARURA - SECOND LIFEEXHIBITION OF THE


PERMANENT COLLECTIONOF CONTEMPORARY ART BY DAVIS MUSEUMMKAC, Museo Karura Art Centre
Second Life.
September 1-30, 2009


DAVIS MUSEUM'S ARTISTS:Hadeel A. Dhaher, Debora Alanna, Mauro Alberti, Phyllis Alter, Marina Berdalet, Ruth Bolduan, Sonia Burel,María Cañas, Alicia Cayuela, Roberto Contini,

Neda Darzi, Malules Fernández, Simone Gad, Asher Hartman,Davis Lisboa, Colleen Mulligan,

Gê Orthof, Chen Ping, PSJM and Alfonso Siracusa.




MKAC, MUSEO KARURA ART CENTRE



SECOND LIFE



DAVIS LISBOA

Roots



Strolling down an avenue, encountering the billowing roots of aging trees, I think of rooting, embedding myself somewhere, settle, become familiar enough with a locale to burgeon, evolve and become rooted. Yet as I see these roots spill over paths, forced into confined quarters barricaded by sidewalk and curb, I think that the contortion is descriptive of how I would feel. But perhaps I need this squishing to produce new work. Limitations often provide an environment where production is prolific.

Sunday, July 26, 2009

Letter Writing

Letter writing, whether on paper or computer screen is a practice that is, in my experience a difficult one for many people. I have acted as ‘ghost’ writer for many individuals, including executives, business managers and physicians, both ESL and those educated with English as a means of communicating. The ability to write words describing what one means to say, a seemingly simple act, is beyond the capacity of countless of those wanting to express themselves with letters.

However, for many that are capable, there is a persistent fear to have thoughts and feelings existing for others to read, and refer to; a letter becomes a testament to their perhaps changeable mind. Permanently existing, a letter, whether a personal or business communication, discloses thoughts and sentiments without the guile of gesture, inference of body language, and cleverness of tone of voice that a personal interaction or phone conversation would enable.

The time consuming undertaking of letter writing seems to continue to dwindle due to the expediency of texting and cellular communication. Although an avid email letter writer, I find myself affected and indulgent. The need or desire for speed supersedes the luxury of an enduring hand written letter. It is a loss I feel compelled to take responsibility for, as I too have succumb to promptness over the thriving grace of a letter that has had thoughts wrought through pen and paper.

Friday, July 24, 2009

Summer Arts Workshops


This is the poster for the Stage Design course I am teaching this summer in collaboration with Opera Lirica Italiana. Intake is on-going. This workshop is located in the Sheppard and Yonge area. Please email or call to book a space!


Thursday, July 02, 2009

Blind's Eye

'Blind's Eye' is work created after experiencing temporary blindness in my right eye. The work below is the feeling of sight impairment. The work to the right is the affect of that temporary condition - sight has been restored, more or less.


Tuesday, April 07, 2009

Sunday, April 05, 2009

Some things that influence me during my formative years...

Formative Years

Birth – Born 5 August after 6 extra weeks gestation, with umbilical cord wrapped around my neck, by Cesarean section; bottle fed with Carnation evaporated milk.

Age 1– Father, aged 32, decapitated when exiting vehicle in a snowstorm at a railway crossing, when confronted by an oncoming train; played in playpen made from wood planks, large enough for an adult to recline in.

Age 2– Daycare provided by grandparents, Icelandic settlers to the Interlake that did not speak English; became bilingual, learned to write with pen and ink – first letter: T.

Age 3 – Companion to my grandfather while planting the garden with potato pieces, sharpening tools in barn, drinking with buddies – was the camouflage to prevent discourse/reprimand on evils of drink by grandmother, singer of sagas; mother remarried.

Age 4 – Moved to small village of 600 people into a white, rented house; played in coal bin – fuel for house. Sister born prematurely; we started being cared for by a Polish nanny. Went to kindergarten, learnt about and delighted in using hands in flour paste to make art. Friends with first love, Ernie.

Age 5 – Moved to newly built house on river in same village; boated in container for mixing plaster on flooded fields. Saw Rodin at Winnipeg Art Gallery, and escorted from premises when found stroking statue’s penis; started making forts in river willows. Fed my sister black chalk, to see what would happen, and waited.

Age 6 – Witnessed step-father, planner, (vodka) and grandfather, builder, (rum) reciting poetry while playing chess, each intoxicated; observer of project development and completion: landscaping, breezeway, interior waterfall, plant conservatory. Saw first movie – ‘Swiss Family Robinson’, with mother - cost: 25 cents; started piano lessons. Constantly ill with 'childhood diseases - mumps, measles, rubella, whooping cough; read Nancy Drew books and learned to love to colour with Crayola crayons.

Age 7 – Spent school year with teacher that was cruel; spent many hours at principal’s office after being ‘strapped’. Grandparents were care givers during holidays when parents went on exotic holidays; given loose change to placate spirit. Learned to skate, and participated in winter carnivals with hair coiffed with rags into ringlets – got first ‘Barbie’, a clone – Oleg Cassini doll. Witnessed mother’s desolation after after death of 4th child, a brother who died hours after birth – saved from immediate death by breathing device designed and employed by step-father.

Age 8 – Was tortured in school with yardstick smacks, writing ‘lines’ and holding encyclopedias with arms outstretched - always had name in ‘black book’; “Strapping” was abolished; watched grandfather save house during brush fire. Played in mountain of sand dropped on neighbour’s yard. Watched mother ‘Roto-till’ and plant garden, feed it fertilizer; watched kingfishers and sandpipers on the riverbed flats; crossed footbridge over river. Drew murals of the Amazon.

Age 9 – Grandfather died of tetanus after amputating toe in lawnmower (he laughed walking to the hospital across the lawn for treatment) – nurse did not administer tetanus shot; grandmother sold house and moved to apartment above a store; started organ and ballet lessons; saved from step-father’s belt beatings at home by dog, an overweight golden lab named Bunsy; started to be administered Dial soap after swearing at parents.

Aged 10 – Learned to love science. Wanted to be a nuclear physicist; bought taxidermy animals from teacher. Won public speaking prize; won 4-H photography demonstration prize. Learned to volunteer through mother’s activities – Women’s Hospital Auxiliary, School Board trustee. Caught on fire while burning garbage in the incinerator – rolled to stifle fire. Began to cut grass for 3 hours a day every summer on a Toro sit-down mower.

Age 11 – Suffered loss of hearing from multiple ear infections while learning to swim off docks where boats dumped raw sewage. Wrote poems on top of parents’ roof, at the riverside while sitting on concrete slaps that were dumped to prevent flooding of the river – trees along the embankment had been removed to ‘beautify’ the village. Wrote a poem for the teacher at the end of school – he cried.

Work in progress

Trials of leading...

Either I know where I am going, or I don't. This is the first time in living memory that I am at a carrefour for months. Disconcerting.

However, some work is being produced...