Seeing, Forgetting, and Remembering

"Living is like tearing through a museum. Not until later do you really start absorbing what you saw, thinking about it, looking it up in a book, and remembering - because you can't take it in all at once."
-Audrey Hepburn.

      Back a few months ago I went to The Portland Museum of Art with my drawing II class. We went there to look at the magnificent paintings by the talented Rackstraw Downes. After spending an ago or so observing the images and sketching them we were able to go out on our own and check out the rest of the museum. Now haven taken many art classes at SMCC, Iv been the museum a number of times. So walking through is like retracing your steps, I just breezed through glancing a pieces that I had seen in previous semesters. Making my way to the very top floor I came upon an exhibition called "The Lay of the Land: A Celebration of Art Acquired by the Friends of the Collection". In this collection there were two pieces that stuck out to me, mainly because I am taking a printmaking class (the there one that this blog is for). They were by Holly Meade, entitled Harvesting the Kennebec and Yarding Four-Foot Wood.



Holly Meade



Holly Meade has been printing from woodblocks for the past 7 years. She is an illustrator for children's books. Her first was in 1992 and she has done 30 since. She attended the Rhode Island School of Design, where she received her BFA in painting.



Working on Seven Crows



Yarding Four-Foot Wood

Harvesting the Kennebec

       From time to time in my life I have seen images that at that moment mean nothing to me, that is however until I see them somewheres else, normally on something that is familiar to me. When I first saw the prints by Holly at the museum I thought that they were pretty awesome, but that was it. Then I thought it might be neat to share on here what I had seen, so I started googling images by Holly that's when i stumbled across an image of a rooster. I knew that I had seen it somewhere... on a t-shirt that I own. Last fall when I was at The Common Ground Fair in Unity, Maine i had my mom pick me up one. So I dug through my clothes and sure enough there it was and her signature was there too. I know its just something small but I found it to be neat.

So I guess I'm learning that pretty much everything you see or learn is going to come in handy some day, whether its finding out that you own a shirt with an image by an artist that you never knew about or solving some crazy mathematical formula (which I wont be doing anytime soon), its all important.

Holly Meade

http://www.reachroadgallery.com/index.htm

"The Lay of the Land: A Celebration of Art Acquired by the Friends of the Collection".

http://www.portlandmuseum.org/Content/5384.shtml