I’m very pleased to announce my solo exhibition, Ungathered will be on view at Boston Sculptors Gallery, September 29 through October 31. The opening reception will be October 1, from 5-8:30 pm.
Here is a preview some of the work and my artistic process though images, and in conversation with my friend and fellow artist Leah Gauthier.
Leah: Hi Liz! Can you tell us a bit about Ungathered?
Liz: This exhibition is essentially a rather large installation made up of many parts that have meaning seen as part of the whole and on their own. It re-envisions the Thanksgiving table, as I experienced it in November 2020, a place in disarray with many elements missing or in a state of confusion due to the pandemic. The table is missing altogether but implied by suspended placemats and papier mâché dishes. Floating two-dimensional steel frame chairs and images of chairs silkscreened on sheer fabric suggest the absence of dinner guests. Paper objects are covered with images of other significant memories of 2020: BLM protests and people looking out from computer screens on Zoom calls, further memorializing the chaos of the time. In the making of this work it was important for me to try to convey how difficult the day was.
Leah : I remember the exact moment just before the initial lockdown, when I felt it in my bones that Covid was about to make a huge impact on our lives. Can you remember what you were thinking and feeling just before we all went into isolation?
Liz : I am usually terrible at remembering dates, but I had been to a gallery opening for First Friday in March, the 6th, and that Saturday morning our son, who is immunosuppressed, came to live with us. He had done some research and told us that we were facing at least 18 months of lock down. My first thought was that I wouldn’t be able to go to my studio and the thought that I wouldn’t be able to make my work absolutely gutted me. And just a beat later I realized that we would be cut off from the world, unable to even go out to buy groceries. We didn’t have much food in the house. I was ashamed that I was so devastated because my mind went to people and places in the world where people always live with food insecurity. A week or so later I started to feel sick. I had contracted Covid at the First Friday opening.