Onion Skin House; just finished this today. Mixed media (onion skins, tree bark, tissue paper, wood veneer, craft paper, acrylic, conte crayon) on open tea box. I'm not going to comment as I am still absorbing it.
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Call for Boxes
Would you like too contribute to a work of art in-the-making? I am gathering and priming opened boxes for a major project. I generally use boxes from medicines, tea, art supplies, toothpaste, hardware, etc- but not much bigger than a tea box. You can see some examples above. If you would like to collect and send me some, you can mail them to either my address in Massachusetts or here in Mallorca. Please email me or post a comment on this blog if you would like the mailing address. To incorporate boxes from America and Mallorca and beyond, as well as the concept of recycling will make the project even better. Thank you. lauriepearsall@mac.com
Gathering Fossils
More teasers!!! I need to keep the suspense up for myself as well. These slices of lives once lived were shot in Inca last friday. I usually can't get into the abandoned homes, but this one on the bottom was wide open. Delicious. The work inspired by these images are a combination of black and white mixed-media drawings, and plaster pieces with rusted and natural elements integrated into the surface. See my earlier post "What goes around comes around" to make more sense of this one.
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Building Foundations

(http:/www.saatchi-gallery.co.uk/stuart/StudentArt/ast_id/25024). Click on enlarge image number 2, Landscape after Doig.
This particular image struck me as I am playing now with the layers of bedrock under the ground. Clever minds think alike!
Labels:
cross-section,
foundations,
saatchi gallery,
sedementary rock
Monday, May 19, 2008
Art Work from 1995, part 3

Labels:
baby doll,
bra strap,
kid gloves,
photo emulsion,
wall paper remnants
Sunday, May 18, 2008
Art Work from 1995, part 2


Saturday, May 17, 2008
Art Work from 1995, part 1

I will post in two parts a selection of work I displayed in my 1995 masters thesis show at the Massachusetts College of Art. The show was called Childhood Allusions.
Labels:
antique dolls,
apron strings,
ink stains,
locks,
pillow,
scrim
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Historic Map of Muro
This is a project I just finished in collaboration with the principal of the high school here. This project has helped me get to know the rich history of this little village.
Labels:
finca,
historic map,
market place,
mercado,
plano historico,
pozo,
rustic,
stone,
well
Saturday, May 10, 2008
What goes around Comes around




Labels:
cross section,
edifice,
facade,
floor plan,
open box
Thursday, May 8, 2008
Mending Wall
by Robert Frost
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun;
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
The work of hunters is another thing:
I have come after them and made repair
Where they have left not one stone on a stone,
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,
No one has seen them made or heard them made,
But at spring mending-time we find them there.
I let my neighbor know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go.
To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
'Stay where you are until our backs are turned!'
We wear our fingers rough with handling them.
Oh, just another kind of outdoor game,
One on a side. It comes to little more:
There where it is we do not need the wall:
He is all pine and I am apple orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, 'Good fences make good neighbors.'
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
'Why do they make good neighbors? Isn't it
Where there are cows? But here there are no cows.
Before I built a wall I'd ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offense.
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That wants it down.' I could say 'Elves' to him,
But it's not elves exactly, and I'd rather
He said it for himself. I see him there
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me,
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father's saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, 'Good fences make good neighbors.'
by Robert Frost
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun;
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
The work of hunters is another thing:
I have come after them and made repair
Where they have left not one stone on a stone,
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,
No one has seen them made or heard them made,
But at spring mending-time we find them there.
I let my neighbor know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go.
To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
'Stay where you are until our backs are turned!'
We wear our fingers rough with handling them.
Oh, just another kind of outdoor game,
One on a side. It comes to little more:
There where it is we do not need the wall:
He is all pine and I am apple orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, 'Good fences make good neighbors.'
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
'Why do they make good neighbors? Isn't it
Where there are cows? But here there are no cows.
Before I built a wall I'd ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offense.
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That wants it down.' I could say 'Elves' to him,
But it's not elves exactly, and I'd rather
He said it for himself. I see him there
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me,
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father's saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, 'Good fences make good neighbors.'
'Muro' means stone wall


A few years back, 2002 I think, a long lost friend saw my recent paintings and said, "why are you building walls"? I defended myself: "No, I am not building them, my plans are to tear them down- but you have to get really close first". Then recently I had a good chuckle with friends visiting from MA about the fact the the name of the town I live in in Mallorca is MURO, which translates to stone wall. Ok, Ok I get the message! I had only put stone walls in a few pieces back then, but now, understandably, the image has returned. You'll see.
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
gathering
Labels:
bark,
building materials,
mixed media,
twigs

Rolling 2007 2(30X60)cm ink and gold leaf on wood
Yes, I know, my website is inaccessible at the moment. Bear with me on that one. In the mean time, here's another image that may be new to you. The text in gold says, "Do not rob them of their path"...words of wisdom thanks to a dear guide and friend years ago.
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
New Beginning
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