Wednesday, December 31, 2014

New Years Eve Lascivious Sculpture



Dear Art-loving friend,

     In 2009 I began a tradition for this blog.  With the idea of living closer to the Earth, more Natural, as it were, I decided to celebrate the coming of a new year with an NYE blog post featuring naughty art; art forms not unlike some of the art you might see in Pompeii, Italy.  Many consider Pompeii to be full of erotic art, and fair enough.  Those Italians thought of a male erection as a sign of prosperity and fertility, i.e., a wondrous event to celebrate and enjoy the fruits or gifts the gods have given us.  Their homes often featured at the entrance a mosaic of some incredibly endowed human of the male persuasion.  It was not considered obscene.  It was seen as a welcoming wish for prosperity and abundance.

     I suspect that most figurative artists, at least, create some erotic art at some point in their lives.  I can say that safely since eroticism is quite personal and thus, the boundaries blurred for some people.  I suppose anything goes with just the right audience.

     In any event, I feel that I have been slacking off over the last several years in this particular genre. I had hoped to create at least one piece of intentionally erotic each year.  I have a few pieces in the works, but to be honest, I am trying to make my work at bit more … hmm.. subtle is not the word, GRAND?  but you will just have to wait and see for yourself.

     While I was visiting the Carusi Studios of marble carving in Carrara back in November, I saw a marble sculpture outside from an unknown artist.  Many artists use their studio space (the Carusi no doubt know, but I forgot to ask and today is the sharing day…)  I will admit that for all of the putti or just babies in art that I have seen, these two kinda gave me the creeps.  I think of them as the “lascivious babies” because seriously, have you ever seen such a passionate, sexy kiss between young ones?

    
I know that children enjoy mimicking adults, but these two seem far too young for that.  So, what is up?  However, the work is beautifully executed and also, the large belly of the baby girl made me think of how some artworks tell stories in that they show something of the past, present, and future in the same artwork.  Sometimes that means depicting a couple in the foreground (usually representing the present time) and then repeating them in the background (future and/or past, depending on where they are located in the painting, for example).  The big belly here serves to remind us that “one thing leads to another.”  This is not unlike the common placement in the US of the sexy lingerie shops existing RIGHT NEXT to the maternity stores.

     So. . . um, enjoy (?) these kissing babies.  Maybe even creepy romance is still better than war.  And let us work to make 2015 a year of peace and love and tons of fun!

Thank you for your interest and enthusiasm,

Kelly

~ Kelly Borsheim, sculptor, painter, writer, teacher


Saturday, December 27, 2014

Umag Croatia



Dear Art-loving friend,

     So, in order to remain legal with the Italian government, I have now relocated to Croatia.  Umag, to be exact, is a city by the sea in a region called Istria.  It is not very far from Trieste, Italy, and in Istria, many people speak Italian.  Some, I am finding out, also speak English.  As of this writing Croatia is a part of the European Union (EU), but not yet a part of Schengen Territories.  It is that latter that concerns me. Croatia expects to become a part of Schengen around mid-2015, so I am lucky that for now, I have Croatia as a solution to my escaping Schengen for 90 days.

     I am thus far enjoying being in a place in which I know so few, and yet feel fortunate that my new landlady and her family have been wonderfully kind to me, especially in inviting me to share Christmas Eve with them.  Umag has a lovely harbor and old town, which I hope to explore more as I get over the cold that I acquired in Florence not so long ago.  I am mostly over it, but I tend to hang onto those sort of things longer when I do not take them seriously and start getting too active when I am still fighting the virus. 

     Anyway, here are some of the images I have shot thus far.. I hope you enjoy the serenity in them.




This is what is left of an old Roman gate; now a "sculpture" gracing the front of City Hall, Umag.
 These that follow I took during the sunset of the Solstice.  I love Nature's holidays:  One of the few sunny days here recently:










My Christmas Eve... with landlady Miranda and her family.. Isn't she adorable?  Hard-working too:

Tons of lanterns were lit before their fires lifted them above the old town (the church is outlined in lights.

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Thank you for your interest and enthusiasm,
Kelly 

~ Kelly Borsheim, sculptor, painter, writer, teacher

Tuesday, December 23, 2014

Trieste Italy Post Office Art Part 3 of 3



Dear Art-loving friend,

     One of the challenges I have in the limbo life I have to live for the next year is juggling my art career.  I mean, how do I sell a painting that is still in my home in Italia when I myself must remain outside of Italia for at least 90 days now?  Also, I have been trying to branch out and exhibit in other countries.  It is difficult and costly enough to manage shipping art out of Italy and to places far away, but I must depend on others to help me pull off all of these logistics.  It is quite a risk and also, I am in a state of total gratitude most of my life as I am fully aware of how much I depend on others in order to keep creating where and when I like.

     In this most recent situation, I am applying for a competition for which the application deadline is over a month away.  Also, results for which artworks are selected will be posted in early February, but there is only a two-week window to get accepted paintings to the gallery for exhibition!  I will still be out of Schengen Territory.

     To that end, I had shipped a painting out of Italia VERY early [before I left Firenze] to friends in the country of the competition and can only hope that judges accept my work for their exhibition far away.  I had no choice in this since the Italian government needs the shipper to file the proper paperwork to allow art to legally leave Italy.  No one else can supply my passport.  So, once that was in the works, I then wanted to get my application in the mail.  How is that for the totally incorrect sequence of events!


     All of this to say that while in Trieste, I needed to go to that dreaded place… alla Posta!  It is rarely a place I look forward to visiting because it seems that almost ALL business happens in the Italian Post Office.  Bills of all kinds are paid here.  Services cancelled here (such as my Internet some time ago); I was horrified that one could not cancel one’s account in the supplier’s own store!  But such is the law of the land.  Also, the Posta only accepts cash, no credit cards.  And having to have some unknown grand amount of cash to take care of unforeseen costs after waiting in line forever just chaps me.  [I know, I know:  SPOILED!]

     So, one of the first things a foreigner learns is that as soon as you enter the Post Office, find the yellow box and take a number.  Which category of number you choose depends on the business you need to take care of.  In the beginning and sometimes even now, I will take several different numbered categories to reduce my wait time in cases of confusion.

     I share with you this shot I took after I had looked around at my leisure with still no idea of when my turn at the window would come.  Note that my ticket is “P” (for packages and letters), and there is not one P up on the board!  Good thing I had time “to kill.”






     However, the plus side is that some of these post offices are lovely.  This one off of Piazza Vittorio Veneto in Trieste is on the prettier side.  You are greeted by stone carvings, simple and lovely architecture and even a large painting on canvas.  This one featured is Allegoria della Postaby an Austrian painter Franz Lefler (1831 – 1898).  I can only assume that this painting was created or at least installed around 1884 because the bronze plaque that gives the name of the painting and the artist also states, “Restored 23 June 1994, the 100th anniversary of the construction of the palazzo. Architect is Friedrich Setz; Restoration due to the Rotary Club Trieste.”



     While this painting is a little too cute and the some of the putti just a little too creepy faced for my taste, I rather like this painting.  It is inspiring and serves to remind us of what a truly good service the Post has always managed to provide, as far as delivering packages and letters go, especially during the holiday seasons.  Can you imagine human civilization without some means of communicating?  This painting has all the elements of storytelling, from the globe, to the Earthly reference of the tree branch, and the putti demonstrating all the ways in which letters and packages are transported (apparently through the heavens).  







    So, thank goodness for ugly babies, lots of birds, and a pretty gal here in translucent clothing.
My favorite might just be the little one trudging along the cloud carrying a small, but obviously heavy package on one shoulder.  He seems to be the only one not having a blast (reference to the horn player)!  I also like the baby Hermes flying in from Olympus.  This does, for me anyway, relate a sense of time. 
Anyway, may you find yourself grateful for things that others do, paid or not.  We all have choices.

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     On my way back to the train station, through a curious meandering path (for I walk as I speak/write), I found this small but charming little deli type of shop.  Called “La Salumeria” and run by some awfully kind ladies, I was lured in by the window display.  One gal apologized profusely because they had boxes everywhere as they unloaded new goodies and tried to fit it all attractively in their little space on the corner. 

     While I was paying for some sausage pasta that I bought for my new landlady and for my artist friend Marino who found my new home for me, I was distracted by the pretty cheese cakes.  I think it was the owner Elena Debiasi who wrote down for me the ingredients:  formaggio di capra francese con papaya o con pepe rosa  [French goat cheese with papaya or red pepper (balls)].  Mmm… I love goat cheese, and the other stuff too, actually.  Sadly, paying rent in two countries makes me keep spending for myself to a minimum.  


However, the ladies here are so friendly and put so much care into their shop and goods that if you EVER find yourself in Trieste, please seek them out. Find La Salumeria online or on Via C. Beccaria, 13    34133 Trieste, Italia.  Tel.  040 361470.    http://www.lasalumeria.eu

And in case you missed my recent art newsletter about Carrara and BLIND stone carvers, please click here:
Thank you.

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Happy birthday to my mamma!  
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Thank you for your interest and enthusiasm,
Kelly 

~ Kelly Borsheim, sculptor, painter, writer, teacher


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