InkBodySkinPaint+Fire

OPENING THIS WEEK

David Slader & Owen Carey
Please join Owen Carey and me for
Preview & Artists’ Reception
Wednesday, March 6, at 7:00 p.m.

First Thursday Opening, March 7, 3:00 to 9:00 p.m.

David Slader, paintings and sculpture
Owen Carey, photography
at Gallery 114

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Coming to Gallery 114 in March

sparkle and candy corn

A Forest of Redbirds Around Her Song, by David Slader

In “What is Glitter? A strange journey to the glitter factory,” New York Times writer Caity Weaver described glitter as “the inside of a potato chip bag meeting the aurora borealis.” How can an artist resist that line?

Since the search for knowledge is its own justification, I figured I had license to explore many choices. I am not prepared to reveal hard-won proprietary information, but I will say it turned out to be a caramel corn bag (well, many caramel corn bags) that eventually found their way into the background of “A Forest of Redbirds Around Her Song”— all ten feet of her.

Here is a detail of one foot.

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David Slader, Owen Carey - art letter no 2 2019 feb

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March 2019, Gallery 114

having too much fun

I have admired the work of photographer Owen Carey (the older looking dude above) for over twenty years. Now I finally get to share a show with him—this March at Gallery 114. If you are a lover of local theater, you’ve seen Owen’s work. He has been shooting actors and performances for years, bringing to each job the eye and heart of an artist.

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A Charcoalized Hedge

My stepdaughter, Jillian, and I were heading to lunch. We could smell the legacy of the fire before we could see it: A freshly gutted pizza restaurant. Immediately to its north was a sculpture of charcoal skeletons, lined up in military precision.

Others might have seen an incinerated arborvitae hedge. I saw the sculpture—or, at least, the potential for a sculpture. All I could do was stare. But Jillian urged me to act. So, after lunch, I went back home, got my bow saw, and went to work.

Reassembled, I call it “Hold the Pizza Order”. . .or, informally, “that bunch of burnt sticks in the basement.” Whatever we call it, it will be in the main gallery in my March show at Gallery 114, InkBodySkinPaint+Fire.

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