Each hand made from foraged or found materials.
$7 for 30ml
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629 N. Trade Street, Winston-Salem, NC
Open Thursdays and Fridays, 10am – 5pm
Saturdays 11am – 6pm, Sundays 1pm – 6pm
Kara Hammond: Itinerant Arts is located at Art Connections
629 N. Trade Street, Winston-Salem, NC
Open Thursdays and Fridays, 10am – 5pm
Saturdays 11am – 6pm, Sundays 1pm – 6pm
Itinerant Arts’ new space is at 629 N. Trade Street, Winston-Salem, featuring original framed ink wash drawings, archival prints, portable curiosity cabinets, and hand-pulled linocut notecards suitable for framing or mailing.
Holiday hours:
Wednesdays, Thursdays and Fridays 10am – 2pm
Saturdays and Sundays 11am – 6pm
Downtown Arts District Gallery Hop, Dec. 7, 5 – 9pm.
Sadly, after four years, I will be leaving the Torpedo Factory Art Center, and my fabulous studio on the Potomac. June 30 will be the turnover, when artist Marilynn Spindler will be taking over my half of Studio 306. The illustrious James Dean will be keeping up his half, sharing with her a love of architectural painting. Please come by and visit, if you’re in Alexandria.
“Dredging The Lethe” is a large-scale drawing occupying the public space in the 3rd Floor North of the Torpedo Factory Art Center, part of the Torpedo Factory Art Center’s “Art in Public Spaces” project.
Wrapped around the interior wall of a smokestack of the former munitions factory, the mural furthers the intent of the Torpedo Factory Art Center’s original initiative to “beat swords into plowshares,” using recycled book-pages, collage, charcoal, gesso and ink to create large-scale drawings of Greek goddesses amid contemporary human events. At twelve feet high and 26 feet in circumference, the mural’s circular composition allows for an unique viewing experience.
Memnosyne submerging the travelers.
The upper region of the mural depicts Memnosyne, Titan Goddess of Memory, as she submerges travelers in the river Lethe, to unburden them of their past experiences, with the understanding that they may begin life anew only when their memories are laid to rest.
Hazmat-suited Historians with the dredge, and visitors telling their stories to the cosmos.
Her daughter, Clio, the Muse of History, meanwhile, has persuaded a group of hazmat-suited Historians that they might find the source of all human history by traveling to the Underworld to mine the River Lethe in order to collect the memories of all the dead who have journeyed there throughout time. The Historians must take precautions to avoid the soporific nature of the mythic waters, lest they become forgetful themselves, as they attempt to collect and decipher of all the information which they gather and transmit to the their ethereal data center – known as “The Cloud”.
Contemporary figures surround the lower half of the column, making various efforts to have their stories included in the historian’s copious recordings, or try to forget their sufferings in the healing waters of forgetfulness.
The mural itself is constructed of hundreds of pages of discarded books glued to rolls of brown paper, attached to the historic structure using a large packing strap. No nails, screws, or adhesives were allowed in the hanging of the drawing.
Here are a few photos of the installation process:
The Crew – (left to right) Leslie Mounaime, Veronica Barker-Barzel, Brett Johnson, Guy Jones, Jenn Athanas, Kara Hammond, Alex the visiting artist, Daniel Guzman. Photographer: Val Proudkii.
Thanks everyone!
Studio 306, Torpedo Factory 105 N. Union Street, Old Town Alexandria, VA 22314
The Striking Mill workers, 1912.
Inside the voting booth, with the mill worker.
Mural in progress.
11″ x 14″ Ink on Paper, 2018
11″ x 14″ Ink on Paper, 2018
approx. 14″ x 24″, watercolor on paper, 2018
19″ x 24″, Ink wash on paper, with typewritten text boxes, 2017. (read clockwise from top left)
“When we were children, we took for granted that we could simply go for a walk in the woods. Long walks… for miles… anyone could go, not just those with membership cards or the fee for admission.
Heaven forbid anyone of us were to strike out on our own, find an original path outside the prescribed framework. You know, turn off the computer and listen to your own thoughts for a while.
There just aren’t that many shared public spaces anymore. Most places have been bought up and developed, controlled by private entities. So many fences and walls everywhere; dead ends and cul-de-sacs.
Not that anyone much notices. Now we enter the world through our damnable little devices, preordained portals of entertainment and information, safe from the elements and biological pathogens, but with hazards all their own.”
