is an exhibition created by two women artists who, when asked to exhibit together, discovered in their respective works common themes: Darcy Tozier portrays anatomical qualities of the human form through painting and felting, whereas Leonore Alaniz captures structural aspects of plants by imprinting them onto paper and cloth. The viewer is reminded here of integral, but often invisible parts of physiology, such as the spine, ribs and bones, that give many forms of life their stature and poise.
Leonore Alaniz is a teaching textile artisan and print maker at Leverett Crafts and Art. She exhibits widely and is the recipient of international design awards.
Darcy Tozier teaches studio lessons and creates in her Hayloft Studio in Whately MA. She is a graduate of Rhode Island School Of Design.
The show will be held at Burnett Gallery in the Jones Library, 43 Amity St. Amherst MA. Open during library hours: Sun & Mon (1-5:30), Tue & Thu (9-9:30), Wed, Fri, & Sat (9-5:30).
The reception is Thursday April 2nd, 5-8 PM in conjunction with the Amherst First Thursday Art Walk.
Bloodroot by Leonore Alaniz:
Pelvis by Darcy Tozier
Hayloft Studio has been buzzing and breathing and oozing creative juices. So much so, that I have trouble leaving. Who wants to sit at a computer and write posts when there are paintings emerging?
Or when there’s a mask invasion?
How about studying artists, like Louise Nevelson?
Sculpting a number line? Oh the possibilities!
Hayloft Studio has grown as perennials grow in the garden. First year they sleep, second year they creep, third year they leap. Thanks to all who have tended this creative garden.
Pre/early 1900’s Heywood Wakefield wicker chair set. These chairs so easily could have ended up in the dumpster. I’m thankful my customer saw that there was something special about them. It was a challenge and a joy to bring them back.
Carcasses? Yes, machine carcasses, that is. One of my private students and I have embarked on a journey of destruction. We are like vultures picking apart dead machines and we will use the parts to build a new creature.
The remains of a ginormous printer!
Another of my private students has strayed from his mastery of oil paints to tackle some linocut printing. It’s not an easy medium for predictability. Each print, we learned, is a bit of a surprise. I hope to encourage perseverance as I think printing will be a nice addition to his repertoire of fantastic skills as an artist.
print 4 of 8
The week rounds out with a blast of fairy dust as our homeschool group creates inviting habitats for woodland creatures to enjoy. As we finished our houses we tried our hands at some clay slab and coil work. I’m missing some photos of a couple of super fantastic fairy lands that went home already! 😦
We started off a little shy (myself included) but as the paint started rolling, so did our minds. A simple beginning of playful mono prints, to allow us time to get to know each other. We spread out our color of choice in acrylic paints onto a sheet of Mylar and created designs using crazy tools like bottle caps, holiday balls, Formica chips and more. Then we printed onto colored paper. Super fun, girls! Thank you! Next week: Fairy/Hobbit Terrariums. Can’t wait.
Oh, did I mention I have new windows and storage? Such a happy artist, I am!
And lastly, I found love in a bag of potato chips:
This summer at the hayloft started with a crack! And then a tree fell on our house. Well, okay, it was just a limb but that limb was as big as a tree.
Gremlins peeking out of the hole in the tree.
Down with the limb came the power line to the studio. So, many classes were cancelled while we waited and waited and waited for a roofer.
Working by natural light, my private student and I persisted with our second round of oil paintings while musing about surrealist movement.
Works in progress:
Finally, as summer nears an end we had a smashing workshop of crayon batik.
Our finished pieces:
Fall schedule soon to follow!
My students’ enthusiasm to learn oil paints has forced me to dig deep in my dark closet of past passions. It’s been nearly 18 years since I touched a brush to oils.
I have to thank him.
I had forgotten how sexy oils are. Get past the ick and stick factor and it’s rather like mud wrestling in color. Thick, viscous, carnal. Oils, for me are the paint equivalent to finessing a sinewy figure from a slimy lump of clay.
I thank you my dear student. Beware, for I believe I have seen you twitch when it’s time to put the brush down and clean up. A delicious addiction.