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13 January 2010

Purple Green Polkadots
“Purple Green Polkadots” mixed-media 4″ x 6″ ©2009 Leah Virsik

Some of the latest of what I’ve been working on. I love the postcards because they’re fairly quick and a body of work is presenting itself… almost magically.

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  1. Kelly
    Posted 23 February 2010 at 3:43 pm | Permalink

    wow! these are kelly colors! :-)

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    • Leah
      Posted 23 February 2010 at 8:19 pm | Permalink

      Yes! I went and bought that Golden teal color you had, a purple and a bright orange when I got back from our retreat.

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  • Artist statement

    I’m hungry to learn and it’s through my process of creating that I’m ultimately satisfied. I’m curious about different materials and take on the challenge to incorporate what I’m most drawn to into my work. I’m intrigued to discover the resulting patterns and repetition. As I create, I explore my inner landscape. I’m attempting to uncover a stifled sound. It’s my challenge to express this internal voice through my art and ultimately, boldly, out loud.

    My quest to connect my voice with my work has led me to reexamine my personal history. The threads in my bookbinding and in my collage are entwined in my familial roots. Growing up, I remember a quilt frame my dad made, taking up our entire living room. His grandmother taught him to quilt using scraps of clothing. Years later, I began a quilt when a friend was teaching a class on patchwork. To my surprise, cutting up fabric and piecing it back together reminded me of my work with paper collage.

    As a child I would sew with my mom and what I most remember is the guilt I’d feel as I jammed up her machine. Now, when the threads and material bunch up they become useful fodder for my work. In some ways the threads act as a binding element, as in my books, and in other ways they are a reflection of my internal processes.