My Contact Zone installation has been completed! Here are a couple of teaser progress photos of my contribution to Contact Hawaii 2018.
Opening Reception on Sat, Aug 7 : Gallery opens at 5:30, Reception begins at 6:00 – 9:00 the Honolulu Museum of Art School in the Main Gallery.
Upon completion I’ve tagged my AmiNETwork art installation, finding the tag I had created has tarnish spots as if it was in the water along with the net. It also reminds me of fishing lures I often used as a child.
Of all the times I have flown into Hawai’i, I have repeatedly come from Japan with one time from Australia and only once from Mainland USA. I brought thoughts and ideas with me from Japan & Australia, thoughts on projects for when I arrived in Hawai’i and found Hawai’i so much more than expected. The iconic cherry blossoms in Japan remind me of renewal, the fresh signs of spring. Without the retail sale reminders of impending holidays each year, such as Halloween, I forgot they existed and my personal timeline shifted to the seasonal fruits and flowers throughout the year.
Stitching it strong; crocheting holes in the ghost net tapestry with colorful telephone wire.
After the show opens, watch for additional photos of the completed project. It’s a total of 3.5′ x 12.5′ (3.75m x 1m) in size!
I highly recommend stopping by the Honolulu Museum of Art School to see the complete Contact Hawai’i show. See what others’ Contact Zone experience is with Hawai’i.
Abbreviated Artist Statement – Stitching the fabric of a loose kind of tapestry starting with Ghost Nets(fishing nets) collected on the beaches; drifting, washing ashore, battered, collected, a piecing together of community. I will be adding to the Ghost Net pieces with the techniques I learned in the Net Making class at Na Mea. The word for both netting and network in Japanese is ami, which is also the word for things made of yarn. It is knit groups in both countries that has helped me stitch a life together.
I continue to grapple with my impact in Hawai’i, on the planet, with my activities, both physically and with the people I meet. Is this life capturing culture as my unwitting victims? Or am I stitching a beautiful community together as is my hope?
