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The White Rock Lake Artists Studio Tour —
It's About Process - page 2
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Neal Alice O'Leary T.Stone The
Creative Art Center Marco Rubino Virginia Lindsay Mud Puppy Angela Gallia
I knew where Lawther went, and I knew we were going toward that circum-lake street, but I had no idea we were headed toward a long-held and oft-expressed dream to visit one of the big, new houses on The Lake. A lot of artists on the White Rock Lake tour have little or nothing to do with White Rock Lake per se, but this one did.
When we told Robin, while we were standing in her art garage watching her glass, that we'd often wished to stand inside this house on this lake, looking out and photographing, she toured us through the warm wide kitchen and front rooms, and I shot out into the misty gray lake.
When we left her garage studio, we had big smiles plastered on our happy faces. Oh, and the glass was nice, too.
We liked the rebar arrow. Bent metal proves an artist is serious, but the sign's "studio" was a little too artsy to be easily read. Helpful, though. We knew the arrow pointed to art.
Over and over on this tour, we saw drawings tacked to walls — not so subtle proofs of process.
We almost didn't go to T. Stone's studio, because her (and a bunch of others') name was under a big, confusing, red "Saturday-only" notice on the map brochure. It wasn't till we encountered another T.Stone fan along the tour that we found out that T. was indeed open Sunday, today, so we went, wondering how many other folks were fooled by the map muckup.
It was already raining when we started our tour. We were sluggish and weary from yesterday's journey but also excited for this. Crowds, T told us, came like the rain, in spurts.
For use while visitors were here, T had bought cheap umbrellas at the dollar store. A nice touch Anna especially appreciated. I couldn't juggle a brella and my camera, which lens and body are sealed against smattering rain, though not dunking.
It wasn't on the map or on the tour, just on the way. We admired the simple directness of their sign, the fact that it prominently mentioned root beer, the nothing architecture and the pleasant carry-out waitress. If they'd given us half a chance with the change, we'd have left a bigger tip.
Creative Arts Center
If Bill McLean could go back to the Fort Worth Modern, surely I could go back to the Creative Arts Center. After all, I never did sign or even accept their legal huffnpuff Certified Mail (almost always worth missing) legally (less or more) banning me from their public campus after I published (in DallasArtsRevue) one of their student's comments calling them Art Nazis (Thereby proving the point.).
I was met there by smiles from some who would know, so maybe their legalistics never took effect. Anyway, I went, and saw, if not utterly amazing art, at least very good student and instructor work.
Including Cynthia Daniel's piece, which I'd used on the DARts Calendar, where I was careful to credit the artist, if not the institution, because CAC has been particularly stupid toward me. Nice piece. I knew it was either mosaic or glass, turns out both. Very nice. I would have given it best in show, hereby do.
It was oddly comfortable roaming those halls again after spending most of a year finding colorful instances of art and learning and teaching for the CACA site during my temporary tenure as pro bono webguy, when my dear friend Barbara West was running day to day activities there. Not that I wanted to stay long or come back often.
I'd been to Mies (pronounced meese) and Marco's house before, when I was associated with the Texas Sculpture Association doing their website during their year of reorganization, but I was surprised when we hove into their studio space. I wasn't really paying attention to where we were, although I had especially hoped to see his work on this tour and had told "my navigator" Anna, who reads maps far better than I do. Everybody's work is unique, of course, Marco's is just more so.
Unusually, I found something to like at every stop on our accidentally selective tour. We didn't avoid anybody in particular. There's been times when there were fewer stops, that I've visited every studio — when I roamed alone and paid less attention to the people. But this time we took our sweet time, enjoying the social, digging the artists as well as the places, their art and processes.
Seeing Marco's studio through one of his multiple orbiting spiral sculptures seems ideal. It's beautiful, and I wonder how often this studio is so neat. Not many of us can think in 3-D like that, then bring it from an idea or drawing so craftfully into real three-dimensional form. So fine. I still like watching this photograph.
I still remember looking up and vaguely recognizing, though not yet placing this massive mobile. As I stared and played back visual memories, slowly it slid into place that this was one of the late Jim Crowe's elegant pieces. Last time I'd seen it, it graced the front yard of Jim and Carol's house when they lived in Duncanvill. Here, among the trees in Mies & Marco's big East Dallas back yard, it was gorgeous — on extended borrow. Nearby was a mailbox Marco had made in Jim's signature bright primary colors, an unsubtle contrast and figurative balance.
We liked Virginia Lindsay's neat studio, and we wandered there awhile, watching how she makes her distinctively colorful geometrical plates. Her process was everywhere.
Betsy Doan - Mud Puppy Studios
Mud Puppy was probably our quickest stop. Soon as we saw that, except for the fun fishes swimming over the lawn along the driveway, all there was were — and the tiny garage was crammed with them — colorful, craftish crosses with no visual or conceptual context beyond decor and religion, we split.
No process we could find. Empty calories.
Angela's was our last stop for the day and the tour. I'd visited her studio before, so I felt comfy there — a time to sit on the back porch, eat homemade chili, drink ice cold pop and talk with a random sampling of old and new friends. A perfect ending for our informal tour.
A slowish but still social nine stops today. At this rate, we could have finished the whole rest of the tour in only two more days.
since mid April 2005
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