Electrofork at Metal & Thread

Selected new works in sterling and silverplate featuring my photographs will be featured at a wine reception on the evening of June 19th, at a lovely shop/gallery in Red Hook. Come on down after work and say hello, maybe see the sun set over the harbor or show off your new art-bling at one of the local bars or eateries...

Thursday June 19th 6pm-8pm
Metal and Thread
398 Van Brunt Street, Red Hook, Brooklyn

Art and things that start with A

Amsterdam III (above) was a selected piece in Artlog's studio for this past weekend's Atlantic Avenue Artwalk, in Brooklyn. It has now been selected to go on to the Affordable Art Fair in Manhattan.

new site

I am an artist and my name is elizabethdaggar.com

This will be the future home of my more art-oriented, less design-oriented works.
paintings : drawings : photographs : perhaps, jewelry...

we'll see. For now,

t r e e s .

TIME IS A LOAN SHARK™

Other than that:
- Working
- Not exercising enough, but some, and enjoyably, as it's no longer winter.
- New mobile-- Alias™ with QWERTY. (have to get used to typing straight keyboard with thumbs!)
-Jewelry sales have been great for wholesale market! (nil on Etsy, but I've been remiss...) Met the owner of Fuego 718 over the weekend and he is wonderful, as are the owners of Metal & Thread. (If all my future wholesale customers follow suit, it will be an ongoing pleasure, honestly.)
- I have finally put all the business cards I've collected over the past year and a half into my Rolodex™ (so old school with the paper).
Hmmm...
- Benn doing some work in Flash again; realizing why I missed animation. (Although I still vastly prefer After Effects for it)
- I enjoyed some sun today, running errands and also running into some friends. The time of iced coffee has returned!
- Have notions for a 2009 calendar. I know I said it would happen last year, but this year, I mean it. I've realized, in the years without one, that it really was a wonderful way to stay in touch and reach out.
- I am loving springtime (even the rainy bits)
- Currently reading "The Mysterious Benedict Society"- a book after my own heart, as it covers some themes I've begun in a chapter or two of beginnings of a book... Besides, it's illustrated by Carson Ellis who is, as far as I'm concerned, an Edward Gorey for a new generation.

Alright, finished for now.

Mainly, I just wanted to point out that TIME is a LOAN SHARK. That is to say- it's a thief! and you can't ever hope to catch up.

Center for Contemporary Arts

Electrofork joins the Mad Framer in donating a piece to the Center for Contemporary Art's 7th Annual Photography Auction in Santa Fe this June. The above photo (24" x 18" print from an edition of 13) will be treated to a custom, archival frame by The Mad Framer for the auction. Check out the CCA web site for more details.

a fine line

Upcoming show at ARTISTS! at the Mad Framer: Opening reception on Friday April 18th.
A FINE LINE AT THE MAD FRAMER
A show featuring works by Santa Fe artist Robin Williams that feel as if she's pulled energy from thin air and transformed it into a series of blind contour drawings, and images by Brooklyn artist Elizabeth Daggar that find the quiet corners in dense urban settings. Opening Reception: Friday April 18, 2008 5pm - 9pm
(click on the postcard above to go to the site)

T'will feature a number of works that were featured in the American Artist article. If you find yourself in Santa Fe, do stop by!

Wildflowers!

Wildflower Week is coming your way, New York. See here!
That feisty, windblown logo is an electrofork design. A current project, and the web site will have lots more info added over the next few weeks, so keep a lookout.


In other news, Here is a link to some pictures from Easter Sunday, which turned into an epic wander.

of magic

the magic hour in the city of lights

I realized this morning that it was time for a new background image on my monitor - something colorful --not black and white-- but not yet the greens of spring and sunshine... I landed on the dusky blues penetrated by oblongs of warmth: the magic hour in Paris! Those curlicues of streetlamp and balcony ironwork are the stuff I've been waiting to see since I read (looked at) all those whimsical, wonderfully illustrated children's books from the sixties and seventies.
(Oh, and while I'm noticing- it rather resmbles that image of Amsterdam, doesn't it?)
What a complete pleasure. To see them once, then to see them again at my leisure. Life can be sweet.

It's usually the little things...

of late hours and new music

It is almost midnight, and still a busy day rolls on.

Sold my first batch of wholesale jewelry to some cool fellow Brooklynite artists tonight, who shall be enjoying a grand opening in Red Hook this Saturday, March 29th: Metal and Thread. Go see their shop and visit them on Van Brunt Street soon.

In other news, preparing for an art exhibit at the Mad Framer in Santa Fe soon; to wit:
Artists at the Mad Framer : An Alternative Space for Emerging Artists. The Mad Framer sets out to redefine the dynamic between artist and gallery by providing museum quality presentation in an alternative, salon-style venue.

Watch the Mad Framer site for a revamp which will include information about this and other upcoming shows.

Work of the graphic design persuasion is also ongoing. Current listening: Ingrid Michaelson.

Did you know it takes ten pounds of milk to make on pound of cheese? It's true. Just ask Saxelby Cheesemongers.

end of summer, and strange hats

Dreams of a pool next door; a guest room in a summer house owned by the Bells, all windows, with my own linens on the bed and I couldn't decide whether to leave them for a winter visit or take them off, and home.

A herd of 60 or 70 horses going hungry found its way into our pastures, homeless or driven out of wild places; making no sense- we were not feeding them (they were too many) and in the late season the grasses of our pastures were depleted almost immediately from their presence, so day after day they milled around, switched places. Each day, mid afternoon, a pack of drooling and cruel-looking black wolves would appear. I didn't see any of the horses eaten, but I knew there must have been disappearances day by day. I trusted that they'd not catch our three horses, the healthy ones, strong and fast as we'd been feeding them. As the herd grew weaker and hungrier, they'd take to lying on their sides in the nighttime, a disturbing view in such numbers- like a vision of giving-up en masse.
(Wouldn't they have been better off without fences? What good was it doing them? Keeping them away from grasses, unable to outrun the wolves.)

I wanted one last swim in the pool before the summer was gone, but I kept finding things to pack; several cloth hats of the sort that frame the face- postmodernly embellished revisitations of long outmoded headwear. I couldn't decide which one to wear. Relatives everywhere; the kids didn't know enough to be dismayed by the horses.

the moon and chocolate cake

After a dinner (both delicious and healthy) accompanied by a lovely 2006 Scghesio Arneis, we split the warm chocolate cake and swooned over it. Mmmmms after every bite.

Walking home in the wind we noticed how beautiful the crescent moon was, and how it had been even more so on the previous night, when it looked precisely sideways- like a sliver of a bowl in the sky. We spoke of how great it is that we can still find the moon and chocolate cake and sex and so many other things to be amazing. Even after all the history of mankind, we can still be amazed. We spoke of time all the way back to the time of primordial ooze. It was pre-sexual and decidedly pre-cake, but the moon was there. Was the ooze amazed?

I like to think so.

Why else would it have bothered to evolve?

the usual.

Vivid dreams, and numerous.

Picture them on a bed of ceremonial lettuce! Remember the days when every American restaurant adorned each plate with a sprig of some inedible green nonsense- wilted, overgreen parsley or some such?
Thank god that sort of thing has gone out of vogue.

more efork in the UK

Here's a composite of some images of a tattoo that a friend of electrofork in the UK sent this weekend; his tattoo featuring the Fisher-Price™ style punk, goth, rockabilly and other weerdos from a poster I did a few years back. A sweet homage-of-an-homage! Thanks to Glenn for the photos.

whoosh!

Despite the mild temperature, it is a bitter day to be on two wheels. Rode my bike to the park, and sadly enough got winded just on the way up the hill to get there. Then, all the way around the park huge gusts of wind mocked me incessantly; pointed out just how soft and weak these winter months have made me. Lost vigilance, and it's time to start paying.

That's what happens. Gotta pay for everything eventually.