Solo Exhibition Opens Memorial Day Weekend, plant Magic dust

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Becoming Bikini, photograph, 2014 by Dawn Breeze

April 17, 2014

For immediate release

ARTspace reopens with plant Magic dust, solo show by Dawn Breeze

In its new venue  ARTsapce is pleased to announce plant Magic dust, a solo exhibition of work by Dawn Breeze, opening May 24^th, 2014.  The gallery is now located at 71 Palatine Road in Germantown.

The body of work exhibited in plant Magic dust demonstrates Breeze’s continual fascination with interwoven connections of thought, time, place, transformation and materials as subject.  Using materials such as plastic, cloth, dirt and plants, Breeze embraces the importance of the materials she is using, and considers their story as well.  This reciprocal relationship to materials is key to Breeze’s work as a Process Artist. She might consciously choose the materials she is working with, but the relationship with them evolves as she plays with and nurtures them. Breeze encourages the materials to tell their story.  “…I want to ask it: are you paint, are you minerals, are you flowers, are you death, are you life, are you a hot day in Africa, how can I appreciate and honor you?”

Curated by Sarah Bachelier the exhibition title plant Magic dust was chosen as homage to the poem with the same title written by E.E. Cummings.

plant Magic Dust will open on Saturday, May 24^th and run to June 15^th.  A reception will be held on the 24^th  from 5-7.

ARTspace is located at 71 Palatine Road, No 7, Germantown, NY 12526.

Hours are Saturday from 11-5  and Sunday 11-3.

ARTspace is a project of Germantown Economic Development and its mission remains “to establish a forum for the many expressions called art and to expand the visibility of Germantown as a place to do business, to live and to visit. Over 50 artists from Germantown and the surrounding area were shown in the Main Street gallery.

For questions or more information email artspace@gtel.net

A Souls Cocoon

I finished my weaving piece.  It became a baby basket.  A little cocoon.  As I was weaving it became clear that was what it was to become.  The empty form ready to hold new life.  To wrap and embrace a new soul. 
Our clothes, my sisters clothes, shells covering our bodies, our bodies shells covering our souls.  Empty forms created from life to hold life woven together again and again and again.
Cocoons, woven homes for one body to die and another to be reborn. The air, breathed in one body and out in to another, like a continues thread connecting us all for ever and ever and ever.

Whats this need?

Detail of weaving project.  Summers scarf, silk shirt, 70's polyester shirt and the one she gave me.

Detail: White Rice that smells like recent laundry detergent, Vintage black lace, J.Crew, the one she gave me (or did I claim it?)

Detail: One of the shirts from the last months.

Its coming along slowly...a couple shirts a day.

I have been working at this daily and it is a very slow process.  I suppose in the slow process without a clear end in sight I hear all the questions and watch the thoughts move in and out of the ropes.  "What am I doing?"  "Why am I special?" "How many ways can I see Summer?" "Wow, it takes so long." "This is stupid, I am stupid."  "Should this become something else?"  "Is what I'm making just this?"  "What is this?"  "This is hard"  "I don't want to let her clothes become something else."  "I don't want her to be gone." 

I also knitted a scarf this week and started hand built coil pots....hand meditations, physical thoughts, touching the Autumn sadness, making something, being it.