I cannot believe my grad school adventure is coming to an end!! Today I scheduled my oral defense, on April 19, 2019 at 10:00 am with Julie, Molly and Sophie, aka, Team Thesis Dotson and of course, Ric Petry, director of the masters programs, who is present at all defenses.
I wrote a good share of the day on Wednesday jotting down random thoughts for the beginning of the thesis. I am working to create an outline and dedications. I am considering grouping the paintings and discussing them and their interconnectivity to each other as a start. So far, I have the rural landscapes with seasons, the corn with its regal grandeur, the classical urns, the tools and chicken wire.
The jury is still out on the coats, I will discuss them this coming Wednesday with my thesis chair, Julie Abijanac, my last meeting with her before the installation of the work. The coats were an important part of my work and yet, they are still a “sticky wicket” in the conversations. The paintings remain the core of the narrative, but the coats bring the context of the fashion into the work. Hmmm all of those voices coming at me… I was warned about that aspect.
One of the students, Lauren Mitro, is going to help me work up layouts with the paintings via photo shop next Tuesday. I will work up several plans and run them by Jo-ey Tang, the gallery curator. The wall in the Beeler Gallery is 39′ long and 16′ high and I want a clear idea where I am going to place the work before I Day.
Next piece, I need to paint an image reflecting my mom. I have made a number of references to my dad as the farmer and the powerful mentor in my life. He was the entrepreneur and I know that is where I inherited my business genes. However, I need to pay homage to my mother, the artist, who was the pivotal person in our family operation. Harriet and Dale were an extraordinary team and I would not be the person that I am without acknowledging both of their efforts.
I will upload the last painting I worked on this week. I enlarged a red plaid flannel and layered work gloves that we used on the farm. I have two titles. The first one was a phrase my dad said many times as he rounded up the kids to work, “Many Hands Make Work Light” or one that is funnier to me, ” Three Lefts Do Not Make a Right”. That one reference a pile of slightly used and soiled work gloves we had to sort through and find a set, a left and a right, which was like striking gold! There were many times that a left glove was used on the right hand because the rights had mysteriously disappeared .