Chicago was how it often is in early spring, cold, windy and wet, equal parts rain and snow. I lived in the city for three years in my 20's and was reminded of that moment you brace yourself when a strong wind hits the entirety of your body, making it seem as if it wasn't really that cold a moment ago, but now the cold goes right through, down to the bones. I didn't mind it then, but I must admit it is a bit shocking after spending so many years in the Pacific Northwest.
One piece of a wonderful trip to attend the exhibition, Is There a Mother in the House at Woman Made Gallery in Chicago. This particular exhibition resonates with my earlier series, Primordial Imprint. I showed two pieces at the exhibition which was joined by work from thirty other women artists from around the country. The cold and windy storm did not seem to affect the attendance at the opening and it was wonderful to meet other artists and talk with those in attendance about my work. As an artist, a certain isolation comes with the territory, so these events are important to receive feedback and see other perspectives about your own work. It was a lovely, lovely night and I appreciate all Woman Made Gallery staff did to make it such a successful evening. This is the third time I have shown here and it is one of my favorite non profit galleries.
I cannot go to Chicago without going to the Art Institute of Chicago. When I lived there I literally spent every Sunday afternoon sitting in front of paintings sketching and writing. This was well before I even thought of making art a career. Years before I had started the habit of working in a sketchbook daily. This place became my retreat and oasis. On this day, I returned to one of my favorite paintings, Parisian Rainy Day by Gustave Caillebotte. I probably have more drawings in different media than any other master copy I have done. I have returned to it many times over the years. Its simplicity and mood still draws me in. I think that is what any artist seeks in their own work; to inspire people to look and linger awhile, to take a moment to touch upon that undefined moment of resonance. I always walk away inspired with a trip to this museum, now back to the studio.
Images: She Was Her Mother's Daughter and In Her Mother's Shadow