I am a visual artist working in collage, assemblage sculpture and altered books. My practice explores identity, memory and the history of the African diaspora. Vintage and contemporary images collide to convey how the past informs the present.


Artfest-art throwdown, evening one

As much fun as it is to hang out after class at Artfest, you do find yourself looking for something to do after dinner. This year there were two choices: the bonfire party and the "Iron Artist" competition.

The name is a take-off on "Iron Chef," and the artists have a short amount of time to create something out of mystery items. Kind of like the short-lived "Craft Corner Deathmatch"...

CRAFT CORNER DEATHMATCH (Style) from Idiot Box on Vimeo.
... but this time featuring the Artfest instructors working like mad.

Here's Michael deMeng twisting strips of masking tape around some sort of cord...
... next to him Stephanie Lee, sweating as she furiously wraps her own cord with plaster-cast strips...
Theo Ellsworth, shielding his eyes from the ideas shooting out of his pen...

... my old roomie (!) Liesel Lund slapping Yes! adhesive onto paper scraps on an old record.

Can I just tell you how hard it was to catch the brush in the Yes! pot? She was moving that fast. And Ricë and Earl wandering throughout it all, documenting the throwdown for their project.

Sorry I never found out if there was an official winner (um, there was wine and cheese distracting me), but I did remember to get a shot of a couple finished projects. Guess whose they were.

Right! Michael deMeng with the serpent, Stephanie Lee's bunny head (I have no idea if the skeletal heads really were rabbit skulls) and Liesel's embellished record. I think. Again: wine... cheese...
We managed to make it down to the beach for the bonfire, but we stayed in the warm embrace of the journaling cottage, where we saw Alexandra Castro Ferreira (who flew here from Lisbon, Portugal)...
and amazing Grace Witherell deep in thought. Not being capable of the focused thought it takes to journal, I spent my time mocking Tally (she's talking to the video guy from the band that played opening night)...
 ... with lewd gestures from the comfort of my chair on the other side of the room. Ricë, Janine and our new friend Adeola filled in whenever I ran out of jokes.
Earl caught me mid-gesture once, but he went back to work to clear his head. Poor thing. Takes a strong man with a good sense of humor to put up with that much concentrated estrogen.

Artfest-day two of classes + Vendor Night

Artfest-day one of classes