Back in the USA

pisceswHello my supporters previous and new. While I had a marvelous time upstate with friends and health seekers, the possibilities did not pan out in the financial realm. More appropriate and flexible studio access is mostly in New Jersey, specifically in Union and Newark. That’s is where I should look for work and housing. I have some proposals out in the area and the art community is vibrant. I came back rejuvenated through love and optimism. I’m keeping the worry to a minimum. Being grateful for the lovely place with my friend Jean and Mike. I can stay until May 24. I need to get from then to July 14 when I have room, board and paid opportunity at a retreat in Ventnor. I don’t have a computer to work on so that is a major problem since much of my work is text based. I have one more avenue to try to find my laptop but I think it is gone, lost at the airport on my re-entry to USA.

I need housing and money to jump start my life as a metal book artist. It has special equipment. I am returning to paper, which is part of the Marginalia sculpture left behind in Ahmedabad to be cast at a later date. I’ve dragged my tools across the ocean with me and have a locker at my uni with more treasures I almost forgot about. Thanks to Jean and Julie for that safe art haven. This weekend I felt so grateful for those who have supported this journey that began in 2009 when I dropped everything to pursue an abandoned art career. I escaped a very toxic living situation to ride the wild waves of India. The metal casting experience was limited but so fantastic to witness and participate in one pour.

In 2014, I received a master’s degree in studio art/educator magna cum laude. Sold most of my work since then. The current project is a complex of metal casting and medieval atlas fold books, the paper of which will be painted beginning tomorrow. I have limited access to a studio. I also have a full metal book I just completed the text on for The Monster of All Monsters. Today I finished text for a proposal at Aferro Gallery and look for work in the tristate area.
Many, many thanks to all of you who have smoothed the edges of my unfunded art exploration. You made my time in India a more quality experience and helped me get back to the USA with unwieldy baggage. I’m beginning this new, freer life when most people retire. I put it off for so long trying to find and arty substitute in graphic design, architecture, medical illustration and journalism. I tell students if you are truly an artist nothing will suffice. My life never quite evolved when I suppressed my need for artmaking and writing. Now I live even through the fear, turmoil and doubt.
Your contribution allows me to continue. I don’t have a home at the moment and scant savings. Anything you can send will be greatly appreciated. Also your prayers and good vibes toward one of those five residency/grant applications coming through.

NOTE: If anyone know of work or a living situation please PM me. I can send my extensive resume/CV.
(This project and funding has been active since New Years Eve 2016.) https://www.gofundme.com/celesteregalartist

Metalcasting in India–the video

So many thanks to American Corner for providing a cool place to think and work while it’s 108 F in Ahmedabad. Thanks to Ratilal Kansodaria for providing the space and materials to work with. Thanks to Sheth CN College of Fine Art for the studios and fine students to make this trip the enormous success it is. Thanks to the people of Ahmedabad and Nagrik Society for their friendship; to Bandish Soparkar for the fab room in a fab apartment & Namrata Deol for her gentle kindness & infectious laugh. So many more went into the piece but this is the beginning  of a narrative of eight months in India, unfunded. It was a dream that became a reality.

Spinning

It is the witching hour
All must go back to the beginning
of time
time when the cogs & wheels,
nuts & bolts, the true & false
of your existence
drips long magenta sludge
to the bottom of the
holy vortex

You stop to cry out
words form, are heard,
then disappear
Quick like a bunny
down through the hole

It is the desperate hour
your nature unravels
flaxen-haired onto
the resting place
of some unknown head

Who is that man?
What do I owe now?
Bring on the enforcers
fear is so subjective

Death creeps near the doorway
unannounced as shrill-voiced women
accuse, try to define things they
do not understand
Here you go boys, here’s a hand
women against women, now that’s
a barb to the side of the altar
mixed messages, socio-economic differences
Rubber burns in the background
fire in their eyes, singed hair,
a flip flop by the road

Will you ask no questions, have no care
for understanding past histories?
You cannot begin to understand
the hunt for present circumstances
without a compass, without a map
Can you not see?
We shirk all internal combustion
to arrive at an answer we do not heed;
to move in a circle we cannot engage
War is made of such things as sirens sing
off color & tone to the deaf of the world
Who can be given a jest such as this
surviving on vagrant morsels
Kolkata whispers in your ear?

You have come to this place
in the middle of bad returns
Heal me, once again, heal me
If there ever was a need so strong
it has come to these shores at this hour
Feel the weight of vaporization
It is heavier than you think
Light fingers spread fairy dust
birthing another portion of yourself
feather-like, filigreed, feminine
spit out the goddess within
undetermined, unpegged, not a
pigeon hole in sight

You were born in a tin pot
on a back burner
So what of it?
Golden dreams dance

Where, oh where, have I been?

No one may be asking that question but I will answer. In India, Ahmedabad, currently in Ambavadi off Bhudarpura Road. Since the end of August 2016. See my Facebook page to fill in the blanks with images, words and such: http://bit.ly/2mvE0Bq, or my Flickr page for images of the artwork and process: http://bit.ly/2mTOSnQ. I will start posting more since it has been 100 degrees Fahrenheit this week. I’m holed up in Navrangpura at the American Corner, where there is a fine library, a bright and shiny place to work with wifi, ac and good company when needed. 

I work on my cast pieces in Chandlodia at Ratilal Kansodaria’s foundry/studio. It is a marvelous place. I’m waiting for the welder to finish some jobs so I can attach rings to attach chains to metal clasps to the folded books that go with each bronze zodiac sculpture (size: approx. 3-inches circumference.) I’m funded by myself, my brother, and http://bit.ly/2mvFMCe. At present I am learning the ropes on WordPress. I have a professional website to add once I figure how to make it right. Stay tuned.

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Pisces  – first round of polishing before link welded as a chain connection

 

Metal casting for Father of all Monsters

How we create centrifugal metal cast pieces. Figure 1 in wax, then result in bronze. Lost wax method. The heads are part of a book art project referring to Typhon in Greek Mythology

Lost-wax casting (also called “investment casting“, “precision casting”, or cire perdue in French) is the process by which a duplicate metal sculpture (often silver, gold, brass or bronze) is cast from an original sculpture. Dependent on the sculptor’s skills, intricate works can be achieved by this method. The oldest known examples of this technique are the objects discovered in the Cave of the Treasure (Nahal Mishmar)hoard in southern Israel, and which belong to the Chalcolithic period (4500–3500 BC).

Retrieved from https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lost-wax_casting.

 

 

Getting the Word Out: Jaggery Journal

Happily though social media I connect with people of like minds all over the world. This resulted in getting to know Satya Gummuluri on Facebook who edits a marvelous “DesiLit Arts and Literature Journal.” She graciously exposed a community of viewers to my work and me to the work of others.
http://jaggerylit.com/celeste/
While coverage is fantastic, the journal is an important forum for writers and artists. Rather than explain what it’s all about please read: http://jaggerylit.com/about/.
Thanks to all the staff and contributors of Jaggery!

If we know not who the other is, we shrink ourselves to a small world of sameness.

Look: Motherism & Gender Assigment

I stopped sitting in front of terminals & laptops as a cost and eye saving device. I also know it can get in the way of my heart work. That does not mean it has lost its worth for me as an important means of communication. Both the Gender Assignment blog & the content posted there us on area of interest among others. I hope it becomes so for you.

Also Lise Haller Baggesen Ross–look her up: https://m.facebook.com/lise.h.ross?pn_ref=story&fref=nf&ref=bookmark
http://genderassignment.tumblr.com/post/106749478255/mothernism-an-interview-with-lise-haller-baggesen