Eryn's Big Bad Bear ... Oil
"Sacrifice/Friendship ... inspired by scene from My Country:the New Age"
Oil
Moss Grow Over My Feet ... Oil
Anxiously Awaiting Spring: Lavender, White, Pink
Oil
Lighten ... Oil
"So, will they miss me?" she asked. ... Oil
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Bella Farfalla ... Oil
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My Scream ... Charcoal
Moonlit Abandon ... Oil
Purple Man ... Acrylic
Man Wearing White Hat ... Oil
Tyler ... Pencil
Jennifer ... Oil
Tatts ... Ceramic & Sea Urchin Bowl ... Ceramic
Beached ... Pastels -- Blue Poppy ... Oil
Earth Day Poster ... Colored Pencil
To Play Upon a Constant Note: Memory, Sustained and Unwavering ... Installation, Concrete and Found Objects
Photos Jeanne Watson and Lacy Collins
"Gathering images of victims of genocide for research I found myself paralyzed with the constant question of what exactly would allow one to survive another day, both mentally and emotionally, in such a cruel and horrific situation. These men, women, and children, who stare from behind, but beyond cement pylons laced with barbed wire and rebar, stripped of all intimate and worldly possessions, and denied worth and dignity, on what and where did they find an unflinching strength and will to live?
Orphaned children who today squat beside rows of mothers and fathers and older siblings slaughtered during the night, children who barely understand the concept of life and death, on what will they base a future? In such extreme inhumanity on what does one's will to live, love and survive find its sustenance?
Could I make this question one with which I could become more intimate? I asked myself if fate were to have placed me in history or present as a victim of genocide on what would I feed my will to survive, and my strength to resist despair and defeat. Memories - precious, sweet, simple - of things common and everyday, these would be the fire of mind and soul.
Perhaps the memory of serving a well-prepared meal, a reread and well-worn book, a child's favorite toy, a comfy pair of shoes, music ... the beach ... little mementos and dog-eared photos, perhaps these intimate memories fueled those who suffered and yet survived for one more day. Memories escaping beyond the hardened pylons and suffocating lacework of wire and rebar." ~Jeanne Rene Watson
I told you yesterday what I will tell you tomorrow ... Assemblage Found Objects
Moonlit Abandon ... Oil
Purple Man ... Acrylic
Man Wearing White Hat ... Oil
Tyler ... Pencil
Jennifer ... Oil
Tatts ... Ceramic & Sea Urchin Bowl ... Ceramic
Beached ... Pastels -- Blue Poppy ... Oil
Earth Day Poster ... Colored Pencil
To Play Upon a Constant Note: Memory, Sustained and Unwavering ... Installation, Concrete and Found Objects
Photos Jeanne Watson and Lacy Collins
"Gathering images of victims of genocide for research I found myself paralyzed with the constant question of what exactly would allow one to survive another day, both mentally and emotionally, in such a cruel and horrific situation. These men, women, and children, who stare from behind, but beyond cement pylons laced with barbed wire and rebar, stripped of all intimate and worldly possessions, and denied worth and dignity, on what and where did they find an unflinching strength and will to live?
Orphaned children who today squat beside rows of mothers and fathers and older siblings slaughtered during the night, children who barely understand the concept of life and death, on what will they base a future? In such extreme inhumanity on what does one's will to live, love and survive find its sustenance?
Could I make this question one with which I could become more intimate? I asked myself if fate were to have placed me in history or present as a victim of genocide on what would I feed my will to survive, and my strength to resist despair and defeat. Memories - precious, sweet, simple - of things common and everyday, these would be the fire of mind and soul.
Perhaps the memory of serving a well-prepared meal, a reread and well-worn book, a child's favorite toy, a comfy pair of shoes, music ... the beach ... little mementos and dog-eared photos, perhaps these intimate memories fueled those who suffered and yet survived for one more day. Memories escaping beyond the hardened pylons and suffocating lacework of wire and rebar." ~Jeanne Rene Watson
I told you yesterday what I will tell you tomorrow ... Assemblage Found Objects
Entwined ... Oil
~ to battle ... Oil
~ to heal ... Oil
WaterFall ... Acrylic
Ma's Rabbit ... Oil
...to march ... Oil, paper maps
Na'vi ... myself as ..... Pastels
Consequential Soldier ... Ceramic
Rather Stern Self-Portrait ... Oil
Vantage Point ... Ceramic, Barbed Wire
Charles ... Charcoal and Pastels
Still Life ... Oil
Lighten ... Oil
Johnny's Boot ... Ceramic
Amador County ... Oil
Just Some Feet ... Pencil
Self Portrait Channeling John Lennon ... Oil
Just One Koi ... Acrylic
Peter and Blackmoon ... Acrylic
Build It ... Installation, My father's carpentry tools, encased in old wood and epoxy resin & computer parts encased in acrylic resin
Photos Jeanne Watson and Lacy Collins
Distraction (Not a) ... Installation, concrete, paint, found tools and hardware
Photos by Lacy Collins
"We started the assignment by coming up with 4 to 5 ideas for our individual projects which we all presented to our classmates, and listened to their feedback. I presented to the class my idea with the word "distraction" stemming from a personal experience many, many years ago during the mid-70's which still upsets me to this day.
My background and degree is in Theatre Arts, and my emphasis was in set/production design. I have always loved construction. I designed and built sets for both college productions, children's theatre productions and community theatre. After college I moved to L.A./Hollywood, and one particular job-seeking experience led me to a small, but very active shop contracted to build sets/set pieces. The long and the short of it is that during the interview the gentleman, after looking up from my resume and credentials, looked at me and said I would be a distraction in the shop. He completely dismissed me (and I've often said diminished me) simply because of my sex. No regard for my experience or talents, just simply I was a woman and it wouldn't do. The second part of the story? ... right after telling me "no" because I would be a distraction, he proceeded to ask me if I would be interested in being an "escort" to some very important people (I assumed men) who were coming in to Los Angeles that evening. I declined politely.
The memory of that interview has always upset me and today when I hear a woman, young or elderly, be referred to as a distraction I pretty much seethe. Although the fight isn't over, I am so proud of the strong voice women have today and I believe that collective voice will continue to grow stronger and louder.
My intent was to make a strong statement and I am happy to learn it has been successful. The addition of the tool box and tools to my brick installation is in part in memory of my dad, a 30 year Navy Seabee in the construction battalion, a carpenter and later a building inspector. He helped me build flats and stairs for a production of Hello Dolly in our garage. The old tool box and all the tools in the installation were my dads."
Serenity ... Wood, Sheet Metal, Wax
Love you mom.
Untitled ... Oil
Campbell Tower ... Oil
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