Giving a Hoot

My owls are almost ready to rock and roll. Yes, because they are rocks and they are about to roll into a New York state park. I will be hiding these beauties some time soon for you to seek, enjoy and well, they glow (under a black light).

Fluorescent paint!

My friends and I like to search for real owls when we are out hiking. We hear them hooting (or who-ing) but they often elude us. So I painted owls. They will be hiding in plain sight, much like their real counterparts.

I wrote www.karentash.com on the back, so if you are here because you found one, then congratulations! Someone suggested I sell them for $25 each. Is that a thing? Do people actually buy painted rocks? If so, then I have successfully found my new side hustle, lol.

But I think the fun is in the giving. Giving back to nature and giving the gift of a magical experience. That is the real pleasure of artistic endeavors.

They are not planted as of this blog post, but will be soon. Stay tuned. <3

The Harmony in Dissonance

Raymon Elozua: Structure/Dissonance is currently on view at the Everson Museum of Art, 401 Harrison Street, Syracuse, New York 13202. The show continues through December 31, 2022.

These are large additive sculptures featuring ceramics, glass, steel and found objects, which culminate in an explosion of color and beautiful junk that satisfies the artist’s intellectual philosophy of “decaying industrial landscapes.”

This is not just a new series of work that takes a theme and runs with it. It is more like a half-century career retrospective. The bauble-rich sculptures make more sense in multiple because they sort of announce the concern of global waste.

Included in this show is Elozua’s personal collection of rusty enamelware. This is the part of the experience I loved best because I spent my entire summer doing something that was in the making for about seventeen years.

I bought a metal detector and searched the yard of my 1900s era home. There was so much there. The videos are on my YouTube channel. Now I just need to intellectualize these finds and incorporate them into art. The meaning? Unearthing the treasures that are right beneath you on your path. Most of it was garbage because back in the early 20th century people buried their trash in their own backyards. Isn’t that ironic?

We are always burying our hearts under the mask of reality. Making art is about building dreams. I want to build mine with all that garbage. And so does Elozua with his. I’d say that is harmony, not dissonance.