We had a great opening reception for Altered at The Main Gallery
in Redwood City on Saturday! The show will be up through
October 16th with a closing reception on October 8th from 6:30 to 9:00.
I’ll post more photos!
This piece was inspired in part by a photo I took last spring at The Maker’s Faire in San Mateo of my daughter and her cousin. I wanted a mysterious feel to this piece, both one of being in reality and of a different world.
A FEBRUARY FROST
You said the trees had feathers,
Small triangles of ice
Attached to limbs, thorns,
I could have said that they were coated,
Dipped in diamonds,
Brilliant artifacts of frost,
Products of a grand atmospheric design.
Or that they had grown a second skin
Of shimmering light
To be shed by noon before returning
To bare-branched waiting.
But you words are better, and now
I see trees turning
To birds of ice, twisting and soaring
High among the clouds,
Light and free in the still Arctic air,
Reminding me of what It means
To see and delight in seeing,
Even though this time
I had to look twice to see
Strange creatures, Other-worldly beings
With wings of wood
And feathers of ice.
by Carla Chlouber
This is a mixed media collage that I just recently finished for a show in September.
We all have news we don’t like to hear—-this is what I was thinking about when I did this piece.
I’ve been thinking of my mother a lot lately, she passed away in April of this year.
She had written a children’s book and I illustrated it. She did get to see a rough copy
of it before she left us, which I was happy about.
I thought I’d post another of her poems;
The Impoverished Landscape Painter Reflects on His Art
I tend to fall in love with my mistakes.
I frame them carefully and hang them on the wall,
admiring all their infelicities.
What beauty I find in the accidental fall
of viridian on a field of yellow wheat,
the colors flowing on the sky by chance.
And in the background I discover flowers, trees,
a waterfall, and dancing elephants.
I delight in the unforeseen, the happenstance,
the incongruities of things! And most of all
I am enthralled by the yellow clouds, the soft green sky,
and the wonderful way the elephants prance.
by Carla Chlouber