Brian Fisher Print, Paint and Sculpture Blog

Thebes , Rust Monoprint with gold leaf  (30 x 20 in) Before moving on to the next one I want to thank my wonderful family, friends and patrons for their generous support during Vashon Island's 2012 Art Studio Tour! I opened my studio and turned half the house into a gallery.  It was work but I had lots of help and it was so much fun! The open studio experience is a unique opportunity for patrons to see art in context and hopefully get some sense of an images meaning, origin and story when viewed with a body of related work. And now- ON TO THE NEXT ONE!  That's the tittle of the next exhibition I am so happy to show in. My rust prints Thebes, Icarus and Phoenix were selected to be part of the Northwest print  exhibition at gallery Smith and Vallee in Edison, WA June 2 - 30, 2012.  The opening reception is Saturday June 2nd (5-8 PM).  Edison, WA.

Threshold Guardian, Oceanus ( water jet cut steel)   Titan Oceanus , (or Okeanos), one of the pre-Olympian Gods or primeval deities, is the great earth-encircling river and font of all the earth's fresh-water: including rivers, wells, springs and rain-clouds.   My Oceanus is made of water jet cut steel and is enamel painted an orange/cinnamon color.  He is on exhibit in my studio garden with many other Threshold Guardians during the 2012 Spring Vashon Island Studio Tour , May 12 and 13.

To A Friend Whose Work Has Come To Triumph Consider Icarus, pasting those sticky wings on, testing this strange little tug at his shoulder blade, and think of that first flawless moment over the lawn of the labyrinth. Think of the difference it made! There below are the trees, as awkward as camels; and here are the shocked starlings pumping past and think of innocent Icarus who is doing quite well: larger than a sail, over the fog and the blast of the plushy ocean, he goes. Admire his wings! Feel the fire at his neck and see how casually he glances up and is caught, wondrously tunneling into that hot eye. Who cares that he fell back to the sea? See him acclaiming the sun and come plunging down while his sensible daddy goes straight into town. By Ann Sexton Icarus is my Rust Print with gold leaf  (36 in. x 19 in.)  Icarus was made by rusting a steel plate to high thread count muslin and mounting the material to Apersand panel, adding leaf and then finishing it

Theseus and the Minotaur   Monotype Print with copper leaf Mothers Day and the second weekend of the Vashon Island Spring Studio Tour is coming up.  I hope to see many more friends and patrons visiting my studio and participating in the final weekend of the art tour May 12-13. I thought I would post a couple images of artwork that sold last weekend.  Theseus and the Minotaur (above) and Hector from the previous blog are now hanging on new walls!

All Day Permanent Red  (To welcome Hector to his death)   by Christopher Logue To welcome Hector to his death God sent a rolling thunderclap across the sky The city and the sea       And momentarily— The breezes playing with the sunlit dust— On either slope a silence fell.    Think of a raked sky-wide Venetian blind.    Add the receding traction of its slats    Of its slats of its slats as a hand draws it up.    Hear the Greek army getting to its feet.       Then of a stadium when many boards are raised    And many faces change to one vast face.    So, where there were so many masks,    Now one Greek mask glittered from strip to ridge.    Already swift Boy Lutie took Prince Hector's nod And fired his whip that right and left Signalled to Ilium's wheels to fire their own, And to the Wall-wide nodding plumes of Trojan infantry—    Flutes!    Flutes! Screeching above the grave percussion of their feet Shouting how they

Threshold Guardians , new steel garden stakes Today is the 1st day of the 2012 Vashon Spring Studio Tour .  I am hoping for sunny weather and many visitors to share my new work with! Threshold Guardian,  The Minotaur

The Labyrinth Zeus, Zeus himself could not undo these nets Of stone encircling me.  My mind forgets The persons I have been along the way, The hated way of monotonous walls, Which is my fate.  The galleries seem straight But curve furtively, forming secret circles At the terminus of years;  and the parapets Have been worn smooth by the passage of days, Here, in the tepid alabaster dust, Are tracks that frighten me.  The hollow air Of evening sometimes brings a bellowing, Or the echo, desolate, of bellowing. I know that hidden in the shadows there Lurks another, whose task is to exhaust The loneliness that braids and weaves this hell, To crave my blood, and to fatten on my death. We seek each other.  Oh, if only this Were the last day of our antithesis! Jorge Luis Borges, translated by John Updike My Monoprint The Labyrinth is 30 x 22.5 in.  I have done four Monoprint variations around this theme and image.  I used this image on my invitation for the Vashon