P.T. Artist Sandra Stowell

My New Studio Sign

In dismantling an old yard art project, I was left with the two pieces of roofing slate (retrieved from Ft. Worden some years ago) mounted on a painted board with the lower strip of corrugated metal attached.

This seemed to be a sign without the letters, so I pulled out my stencils and enamel paints, and went to work.

I hope the position adjacent to my home explains the ampersand. No sign on the house, but that could happen in future…

Note that the metal enclosure behind the sign covers our rain cistern pump.

So I wonder about my art work … always. Who does it reach? Anyone outside my tiny circle of artist friends? I don’t think so: how could it? Not many people even see it, after all.  And most of these (happy) few will not share my particular aesthetic.

And then how well do I manage to realize my aesthetic goals in my work? I am improving, but …?

I am quite my work is too small, too intimate, too :light” for the art world. I am not bold, adventuresome, or innovative in my work. I don’t take issues with other artists, or with art movements, or with art critics: that does not interest me.  So my work is doubly unlikely to get any attention.

But perhaps I will eventually gain enough skill and consistency of voice to produce a body of work that may find a place in a gallery or two, and I may even sell a a few pieces at a reasonable price. That would be satisfying, I think… TBD!

But for now, I will enjoy the process, and just having created pieces that continue to satisfy me even a year or more later. That is nice, it really is.