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Pandemic Angel Art from Iskra

November 27, 2020 by Iskra Leave a Comment

Painter's Angel with Moon

Painter’s Angel (with Moon), © Iskra Fine Art 

The Story of the Pandemic Angels

In September, the week of 9.11, I took a brief trip to Whidbey Island to escape the smoke from the California fires. For the first day the weather was balmy, with a perfectly clear blue summer sky. I wandered the beaches, filled my pockets with shells, and felt the euphoria of the traveler, a feeling I have missed acutely during the pandemic. Later that night the smoke came in. The horizon vanished, and whether to risk the outdoors became a calculation fraught with hazard. On my last day on the island, restless from being housebound, I went for a morning walk in nearby Woodsman cemetery. The air held a strange amber light, and pink smoke veiled the grave markers at the edge of the forest. I was captivated by the aura of the place, with its moss-covered headstones and weathered statuary dating from pioneer days. As I walked through the dry grass the angels seemed to emerge from the smoke like emissaries from another time. I began to study them and take their portraits.

I am a student of angels, and I had not seen these before. The faces of the little ones captured a blend of innocence and gravity that seemed both timeless and completely of our time. Beauty, grief, mourning, serenity, loss, longing for another time: the combined cataclysm of the fires and the pandemic require a vocabulary all its own. The phrase “smoke elegies” seemed to describe the mood in the air and the bigger moment. I decided then to do a series about the angels, (which got delayed by a journey to Tieton and the beginning of a photographic series of landscapes of the America West – but that’s another story!) Perhaps it is the coming of December, with its dark weather and mystic illuminations, but I woke up a few weeks ago possessed by the image of a winged statue. I decided to drop everything else on my plate and see where this body of work might go.

The archetype of the angel is far from my usual subject matter. Angels for many evoke religious associations, and as a result, for a contemporary artist it can feel precarious to go into this territory. For me angels do not represent religion, but instead act as a universal icon offering comfort, protection, rescue and transcendence. Their form is a devotional shape into which I can pour the unironic emotions of this time of isolation and worldwide loss. The pandemic has taken nearly 1.5 million lives world wide, and for many of those deaths there has been no ceremony of mourning, no bedside visitation, no funeral. A cemetery and the sense of ritual that accompanies it looks very different in the light of this new reality.

Homage to Faiyum angel print by Iskra

Homage to Faiyum, © Iskra Fine Art

Working on these images has been a contemplative and personally transformative process. The angels are built from a slow, painstaking method of collage that has led me on a path to rediscover what it was I saw in the smoke, at the edge of the woods. In the process I have researched the pictorial treatment of angels and marveled at the long fascination they have held for people through history, from ancient Crete to Victorian England all the way up to today’s video gamers in VR headsets. Some of these pieces reference the mourning theorems of American folk art, and others the shrouds of Faiyum. Others embrace Victorian intricacy and that era’s unabashed romance with sorrow. As I have been living with the faces of the angels I have also been living with history, and putting the present difficult moment into a deeper sense of time.

Pandemic Angel Iskra Print

Pandemic Angel, ©Iskra Fine Art

Devotional practice often focuses on one image and repeats it again and again. In my years as a calligrapher and student of Buddhism I might do one character from the Heart Sutra for weeks. In that tradition, I have chosen only a few images, and worked with them in sequence, finding more to understand each time I look at subtle differences in color, texture and context. The result is a series of prints in variant editions. They are created through my unique process of digital assemblage, built up with layer upon layer of subtle surface and color from my photographs and ink painting.  All of the prints are available in my shop, in a variety of sizes and prices. For the holiday season, everything in my shop is 20% off through January 2nd with a minimum purchase.

The collection to date is included here, as the resolution for retina display on WordPress is best in the blog rather than the portfolios. Click on any image to be taken to the listing.

Blue Angel Cherub Print by Iskra

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Filed Under: Digital Collage Tagged With: angel art, art in pandemic, cherubs and angels in art, contemplative art, fine art prints, Iskra holiday sale, mystic art, smoke elegies

SAM Gallery and Gift Shop Now Open through the Holiday at the Seattle Art Museum

November 23, 2020 by Iskra Leave a Comment

SAM Gallery Open November 2020
From “Industrial Strength,” 2017, with work by Iskra Johnson and Kellie Talbot

Good news here in the pandemic closures during November! Because SAM Gallery and SAM Shop are both considered retail, they are open now through December even though the museum is closed. No ticket is required, making it easy to shop local and support Seattle Artists and craftspeople. Hours are 10-5 Monday through Friday, with entry on First Avenue. 206.654.3120 for more information. You can also order and shop online. Art in the gallery is available to purchase, rent or rent to purchase, with pricing for every budget. Sixty artists are represented at the gallery, in a wide variety of media and styles, and the list includes many of the Pacific Northwest’s finest painters and image makers. Click on the list below to go to the gallery inventory page.

Seattle Art Museum Gallery artist Inventory
Seattle Art Museum Gallery Artist Inventory, click through to see each artist’s selection.

I urge you to support the Seattle Art Museum and local artists and creatives this year in any way you can. The holiday season is when many in the creative community make the majority of their income for the year. Without crafts sales or open houses due to the pandemic, many artists will struggle to stay afloat. Every sale at the Seattle Art Museum supports both the artists and the museum itself. Let’s make sure when the city re-opens after the pandemic closures that we have a vital creative infrastructure. Every bit of support you offer now will ensure the future cultural life of the city!

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Filed Under: Uncategorized Tagged With: SAM Gallery Artists, SAM Gallery open, SAM Gallery Pandemic hours, seattle art museum, Seattle Art Scene

Collage Life, Refiguring Art and Friendship in the Pandemic

August 30, 2020 by Iskra 10 Comments

Correspondent Letter collage by Iskra

The Correspondent, ©Iskra Johnson

(This late summer dispatch breaks all the rules of “newsletter.”  August is a time of slow thinking and revision, thought and word pasted and lifted and re-placed in an order based on considerate disorder and association, ie. on the structure of my mind. If there is no news (I have been immersed in art history which is by definition old news) there is still, however a “letter.” This post is about letter writing itself, and how personal correspondence can mean the world and re-make the world of our creative lives. Settle into a deep chair, with good light or a rustling tree and a cat at your feet. Consider that the post office would love it if you bought some stamps.)

On this particular morning, about 214 days since the pandemic became the official organizing principle, I am sitting at my kitchen table drinking Earl Grey and looking at a stack of books and magazines and letters accumulated since spring. In April my friend Jennifer began sending me her monthly Poetry subscriptions along with pages torn from magazines. Every page is pre-read and annotated with trenchant scribbles in the margins, curated personally just for me. Jennifer has reached the place in life of casting off. I am still bringing things into my house, desperate for distraction, but seem to have confused doom scrolling and pulp novels with The Great Books. I gather romances from the Little Free Libraries on my walks and have not made it beyond chapter 1.

When the first poetry letter arrived I was ecstatic. Mail! Brown paper and string! And delivered by a man in blue socks and shorts, as though it was 1958, a sandwich meant Mayonnaise on Wonder Bread, and Lassie the Collie still roamed the earth in his white socks, teaching us what heroes look like. The letters have ignited a connection that feels bigger than just the two of us, my friend and me sitting alone dangling face masks on our wrists in our separate homes. Over 20 years we have corresponded by email and post, with a dedication that is Victorian. When we compose a sentence to send to each other it is with the knowledge that we are writing, not just the tourist postcard’s “wish you were here,” but miniature novellas painting scenes or memories that cross space and time. We write to bring each other actually here, and we take great care. [Read more…]

Filed Under: Collage, Digital Collage, Essays, Photocollage Tagged With: collage art, collage life, Curation, history of collage, Pandemic art, Pinterest critique, W.H. Auden, women friendships

The Water Tower Project from Iskra Fine Art

July 12, 2020 by Iskra Leave a Comment

All that is Solid print by Iskra
“All That is Solid….” limited edition archival pigment print ©Iskra Johnson

The Water Tower Project

It might have been enough to face off with a pandemic. But the center does not hold, “all that is solid melts into air,” and across the world cities are aflame with protest and an expanding movement for social justice. As structures of order crumble, as statues are de-platformed and sprayed with graffiti, as the jails and hospitals overflow, we huddle in isolation, transfixed by news that is alternately exhilarating and disturbing. Can you blame a person for looking for something to hang onto?

In the chaotic urban environment, the water tower shines for me as a beacon. I think of it as the German Shepherd of architectural structures: noble, tastefully proportioned and faithful to its purpose, which is to gather the heavens in a bucket and gift it back to us glass by glass. It sits high atop the city, merged at times with the clouds, and calling down from the heavens a very practical benediction. It is a usually hand crafted vessel, built from wood, using a method little changed from the 1800’s. Water towers are rarely defaced by graffiti, but any totem of neutrality invites our projections.

The Water Tower Project looks at this iconic structure from many different perspectives. In some cases I have located the tower in an imaginary landscape, complete with horizon line. At other times it serves as an emotional vessel to express the clamor and heartbreak of the streets. I am offering this series through the #ArtistSupportPledge, which is a global initiative to broaden the circle of art appreciators and create a circle of generosity. The first two prints in each edition of 35 are priced at $150, half the usual price of $300. When I have earned $1,000 from the sales I will then purchase the work of another artist for up to $200. At the end of this post you will find the collection of 16 gathered as a jpg that may be downloaded for reference. In the week since I have been posting these to social media I have sold three, so if you are interested in the PandemicPrice you may want to move quickly. The blog software allows me to show images at their best quality, so I will post the entire set here (click below the fold) for the time being rather than my portfolio. I am offering these through direct sales rather than through my shop, so please reach me through email if you are interested.

Each Water Tower has a story, and if you are interested in the narratives I suggest following along on Instagram.

Angle of Repose Water Tower by Iskra
“Angle of Repose,” limited edition archival pigment print ©Iskra Johnson

 

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Filed Under: Architecture & Sense of Place, The Water Tower Project Tagged With: architectural prints by Iskra, Artist Support Pledge, New prints by Iskra, Urban landscape, Water Towers

The Pandemic Pause Drawings, A Benefit Sale for Fair Fight

June 3, 2020 by Iskra 2 Comments

Origami crane pencil drawing by Iskra
Origami Peace, ©Iskra Johnson, graphite pencil drawing on paper, $350 (SOLD)
Pandemic Pause | New Directions

Since the pandemic lockdown began two months ago I have been working on a series of drawings. The original impetus came from my ongoing project, #100DaysOfTheSpaceBetween, introduced last month. Although the project also involves photography and other media, I decided to use drawing as the foundational practice. In this strange time, cut off from family, friends or social contact, I have sometimes floundered. The isolation of confinement has thrown me into emotional states surreal in their intensity, and the quiet absorption and focus of drawing has become a calm oasis in my days.

As the solitudes of the pandemic have segued with shocking speed into the pandemonium of a June aflame with flash grenades and tear gas I have questioned, as many artists have, the relevance of their art in this time. Social media demands a simple story, an allegiance to one side, and the embrace of slogans with no nuance. I reel in horror at the videos of George Floyd’s murder and wonder if I should drape a black tarp over my Instagram account? For how long? Do I stand with the rioters? The protesters? The police? Or is it possible to stand in a place where I can see from all points of view? Who gets to decide?

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Filed Under: Drawing, The 100 Day Projects Tagged With: #100DaysOfTheSpaceBetween, art and politics, Fair Fight, iskra drawings, Isolation diaries, Pandemic art, Silverpoint drawing, Stacey Abrams

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The photography show opening Friday, October 9th a The photography show opening Friday, October 9th at Slip Gallery is curated by my friend and fellow photographer, Scott Wipperman. This seemed like a good time to share his work and the story of our friendship on the road. Half the photographs are his and half are mine. This is an excerpt, and you can read the rest of it on my blog, see link tree in bio:

One of the rarest gifts in the life of an artist is finding a creative muse: someone who truly sees your work, and better yet, has a similar vision that is just enough different that you can collaborate without competing. In the often solitary studio life these connections can be difficult to find, but during pandemic, Instagram brought a new creative companion into my life. I do not know who started following who first. But in May 2020 I found myself sharing instant messages with a photographer working under the name “Concrete spaces“— a handle that immediately piqued my interest. Concrete has been one of my obsessions for years. Miraculously, there was someone out there who understood why I was working on a book called Parking Lot Floors Of North America. . .

©️Scott Wippermann

©️Scott Wippermann

©️Scott Wippermann

©️Scott Wippermann

©️Iskra Johnson

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©️Scott Wippermann

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I am excited to be part of a show opening Friday, I am excited to be part of a show opening Friday, October 9th featuring eight Seattle  photographers and curated by Scott Wipperman @concretespaces at Slip Gallery. The theme of this show is complex and interesting: Intimate Structures. How the human body and human emotions connect with the built environment. And how the structures in our environment shape our lives, our relationships, and our possibilities. I will be showing industrial landscape as well as six pieces from the series “Immersions” based on tableaus of human relationship captured at Seattle’s waterlines. A diving platform is a stage, and the summer season a riveting drama of ever-shifting players. Most of these pieces have not been shown before.

I’m fascinated by the work of the seven other photographers, each one approaching the theme of the show from a completely different perspective, using both traditional photography and contemporary experimental techniques. Alienation, sublimation, meditation, connection:
Annie Regerson
Dimitri Wessendorf
Gillian Peckham
Iskra Johnson
Janis Mathieson
Mack Greene
Nina Bolger
Scott Wipperman
I hope to see you there!

The runs until the end of October. 
Thursday – Friday: 1:00 PM – 6:00 PM
Saturday – Sunday: 1:00 PM – 4:00 PM

Slip Gallery
2301 First Avenue in Belltown

Two Divers ©️Iskra Johnson

Guardian ©️Iskra Johnson
Morning Pages: Doors The first thing I saw when I Morning Pages: Doors

The first thing I saw when I woke up this morning was shadows on a door. Last night, I dreamt of an old building, one I have visited in dreams for years. It is a co-op apartment in some imaginary Canadian city, on a long steep hill above which are what appear to be the Swiss Alps. It was built in the early 1900’s and has grand staircases and balconies, huge rooms, bronze doorknobs and leaded glass windows. In my dreams, I interview with the board, I make an offer and I even buy an apartment— and then suddenly the door of my new home opens into a parking lot or a garage or someone else’s basement and I wake up and check my bank account, mystified by the power of this particular place, and how opening a door universally signals a new chapter in the story. 

Doors and windows are the most metaphoric parts of architecture. 100 years ago builders understood the attention they deserved. Now I live in a city where we have torn down historic churches, dumped the stained glass into a landfill and replaced these devotional structures with stacked box apartment complexes covered with Hardie Plank. I’m watching million dollar houses go up in my neighborhood with the cheapest vinyl windows from Home Depot, no eaves and often no roof— simply a flat lid to seal the box — and no trim at all. It is architecture as expedience, and it degrades the experience of how we see and experience the commons, and our human values, because, as Churchill noted, “We shape our buildings and afterward our buildings shape us.” 

We don’t look twice at these new houses, whereas I can look at this particular building somewhere in England for hours. Whoever built this wall took great care. They used the art of subtraction to add rather than to diminish. The vast flat wall of stone, the curved lintels, make the windows and doors speak. The doors and windows are not grand, but curiously condensed. They are portals through which one must squeeze with effort, which makes a person pause, and wonder. Later, they may find themselves dreaming of what is behind the walls.
Westminster Mall deconstruction project. I had to Westminster Mall deconstruction project. I had to go to the Department of Licensing this morning and stand in line and it gave me an opportunity to watch the Sears building come down. Sears was the last place left in the Seattle area where you could buy a vacuum cleaner from a man wearing creased polyester slacks, a tucked in shirt and an engraved name badge making a commission on the number of vacuum cleaner bags you bought to go with the Electrolux. I fondly remember my conversations about uprights versus canisters. This building is where I bought a snowsuit for a child that just barely fit me the day we had the epic snow and I was caught unprepared. I walked a mile on ice to get to Sears and then left looking like a nine year-old robot trying to get my knees to bend and move swaddled in 4 inches of poly blend padding. But I was warm! I doubt that anything that goes up this year in the Westminster Mall will last as long as Sears did. And there will be no catalogue unless I create one.
Excited tonight for the opening of Art and Steel a Excited tonight for the opening of Art and Steel at Youngstown Cultural Center! This is primarily a painting show from the Plein Air Watercolorists Association of Seattle (although I don’t think any of us were actually painting inside the mill on our tour!) I have been included as a photographer and mixed media artist, see last image in carousel, “Glide.” 

An exhibition of paintings telling the story of steel fabrication at NUCOR mill, hosted by Delridge Neighborhood Dev Association.

Friday, September 18 | 6:30 PM - 9:00 PM
Join us for a special evening celebrating art, industry, and community.

This exhibition features original paintings that tell the story of steel fabrication at the NUCOR Mill, presented by the Delridge Neighborhood Development Association (DNDA).
The evening will include a panel discussion, light refreshments, and an opportunity to learn more about the intersection of art, labor, and local history.

All donations made during the event will be matched and directed to DNDA’s Art Education Programs, helping support creative opportunities in our community.
Friday was my birthday. 9.11 is a day of remembran Friday was my birthday. 9.11 is a day of remembrance and national tragedy, and it seems bizarre to claim some kind of importance for having been being born on that day in the context of the event. 

Several days after, I allow myself reflection on the passage of time. This is me 15 years ago, with my Canon Powershot, which offers an astonishing naive pre-Cabrian 6 Mb image. It was much more kind than today's 24 MP iPhone, which not only captures the older me but turns that version into a character from Shakespeare with hi-def Bertrand Russel thought lines above my eyebrows and unforgiving evidence of allergies and time. 

On reflection I realize that 2011 was a very good year. I am going to allow myself to be that person for the month, and remember what that was like. The love of my life from the 8th grade had come to stay with me that summer. He took terrible photos of me that I now realize were not so bad. 99% of of the corrosive social media influences had not been invented yet. Women over whatever age was deemed desirable were not subjected to an ad every minute telling us that a new part of our face or body had gone south, and offering us a (discounted! on sale! watch the entire 30 minute video!!) $165 remedy on a monthly subscription to fix it. 

Now every day I look at the thinking and brooding lines above my eyebrows (which are also the lines caused by considering how funny some things can be even when crying) and ask myself what Bertrand Russel would say. If you are too young to know that name, AI is your ever-friend and will tell you how you too can become a "towering British philosopher, logician, mathematician, and social critic" and also how to fix those lines that come from considering things with your face. 

I think my romance with the iPhone is coming to a partial close. I want to go back to the idea of “glass.” It costs serious wages. It is made by Germans— Lately, (subtract the umlaut) Sony, the wizards of sand and heat and bending light to high high focus. I need to return to optics, f-stop, aperture, focal length— words that require frowning. 61 megapixels seems like the bare minimum. There is no cosmetic cure to being a lens-based artist:))

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