Thesis studio entrance.
Thesis studio yoga.
My materials & tools.
My collaboration partner.
Gets me to where I need to be.
20+ feet up.
Where I'll work my way down.
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What's in my ears...
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Friday, February 21, 2014
Sunday, February 16, 2014
MY THESIS HYSTERIA
H Y S T E R I A
B L A N K
N O T A R E A L C R Y E R
U N D E R W A T E R
I N T H E C L O U D S
W T F ?
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A N D
T H I S...
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Sunday, January 26, 2014
I have a few thesis...distractions
Early Sunday morning thesis fuel.
Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawn.
Organized art supplies
in my
creepy equivalent of a
gramma's room
full of
big-eyed collector dolls.
Spiffed up my studio
that was perfectly fine w/o such attention.
Screw making the bed,
I'm back in it later anyways.
Took in the winter Edgar Allan Poe-esque view
out the bedroom window.
Chalking this day up to...
a no-go on any
thesis work
W H A T
S O
E V E R.
soooooo.....
I spent my time
(remembering to some extent)
(because sometimes you have to)
with these guys...
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Alan Fulle
Church Tower, 2012
Epoxy resin
@ the Museum of Glass
Tacoma, WA
Friday, January 24, 2014
Designing an Artful Thesis
I'm staring at the
80 mph gusty
brisk
winter morning...
in an
incense infused air...
considering
my creative options
for the day...
taking my sketching
large
and my writing
small,
I embark on the
second phase
of my thesis...
I am
easily
distracted
by
her...
and find myself
letting my day dreams
of emotion, caprices,
spices of fear & fantasy
waft into the
sky...
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all while
crushing
on these...
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my tiny art
to
pass
the
time...
that currently
fills the space
above my
bathroom
light
switch.
Friday, December 20, 2013
Transition
I wish I were there now,
drinking with
them,
flying,
seeing new countries,
new faces,
sleeping in the desert,
feeling
you may die any moment and so you must drink fast,
and fight hard,
and laugh
hard. I wish I were there now,
instead of here.
— Anaïs Nin, A Spy in the House of Love
Tuesday, December 10, 2013
Taken in my Sleep
“Some people see things that are and ask, Why?
Some people dream of things that never were and ask, Why not?
Some people have to go to work and don't have time for all that.”
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Friday, November 29, 2013
Cartwheels on the Oregon Coast & the Tillamook Forest Through My Breath
“Las mujeres se presentan francas y risueñas,
comprendiendo muy bien
que no es
preciso ser mojigatas para ser virtuosas”
― Ignacio Manuel Altamirano, Clemencia
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At
night too,
she
puzzled the mystery of her desperate need of kindness.
As
other girls prayed for handsomeness in a lover,
or
for wealth, or for power, or for poetry, she had prayed fervently:
let him be kind.
— Anaïs Nin, ASpy in the House of Love
Saturday, November 9, 2013
An Artful life
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.
--- Langston Hughes
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One good thing about music,
when it hits you,
you feel no pain.
---Bob Marley
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Saturday, October 26, 2013
Artist Interview, Psych & Jack White
I was asked if I was interested in being interviewed about my art practice. Here is my first official interview out there in the void. Don Merrill of convers.us is a friend of a friend who took interest in my work when visiting a few months back. He asked if he could interview me. We scheduled a time to meet back at my home and he set up his equipment on my front deck in the forest. You may hear the neighbors turkey, chickens, goats and the neighboring Malamutes here and there.
https://soundcloud.com/interviewer-1/dawn-neilsen-interview.
https://soundcloud.com/interviewer-1/dawn-neilsen-interview.
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Behavior Modification Psychology
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I'm a Jack White fan.
Sometimes I ponder the visual art outcome of sharing a studio, if only for a day.
Tuesday, October 1, 2013
Grandma's Girl
If a person pursued
what their grandma wanted them to be
when they were little,
what would that look like 30-40 years down the road?
My grandma was an admirer of Hollywood sex symbols, Playboy Bunnies, the Rat Pack and glittering Vegas back in the day when the majority of Vegas tourists dressed like movie stars, stayed at the Stardust and went to see Elvis perform live on stage. As a very young girl she would claim me for the weekend from my parents home, take me shopping, "doll" me up and had me pose for her version of professional movie star photo shoots.
My father was the oldest of three boys. I was the first grandchild who happened to be the only female born into the family since her youngest sisterin the late 1920s (I believe). As long as I can remember I was catered to, given anything I wanted and praised beyond belief for beauty, style (of her design) and the high potential to find a handsome, wealthy husband.
Aside from the high potential for marrying well, her top three professions for "Dawnie" (that's me) were:
Miss America
Playboy Bunny
Las Vegas Showgirl
Not necessarily in that order.
As glamorous as these professions may be by some peoples standards, I had zero interest in any of them. As it turns out I was not born with my grandmother's long thin legs and was approximately a half a foot shy of her height (as she reminded me later in my thirties when she still took the role as my fashion consultant...from 1800 miles away).
My grandmother passed away in 2007 at the age of 86. Three years later I returned to college after a comfortable career as a graphic artist for almost twenty years and a coffeehouse owner for five. As an art student I discovered an interest in the relationship of the human psyche and the physical self. One of my assignments was to create a performance art video of an alter ego.
Below is that video from 2010 where
I perform the persona of my grandmother's wishes.
My interpretation of being Grandma's Girl in my forties.
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