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OUTDO BLUE
Solo Exhibition
April 25 - May 15
About
OUTDO BLUE
Blue is the eternal color, and its implementation further illustrates the connection we see between work to its artist. This collection highlights this color only to breed a community of work united under blue. All of these artists outdo blue in their own regard, but to show how all of these works can be related through the context of this pallet.
Humbolt Harbor - Logan Millizer
15" x 10"
Oil Paint
2021
All paint was applied using items from humbolt park and gives an Oceanside vibe.
Oil Paint
2021
All paint was applied using items from humbolt park and gives an Oceanside vibe.
Sauna Takers - Libby Boyd
10" x 7"
Cyanotype
2021
This one photo is part of a series of 10 or so images.
Cyanotype
2021
This one photo is part of a series of 10 or so images.
Cyanotype 1 -Nell Kessenich
32" x 32"
Cyanotype print on sketch paper
2020
Cyanotype print on sketch paper
2020
Clear As Water (1/3) - Jordan Keyes
40"x30"
Archival inkjet print
2022
Archival inkjet print
2022
Clear As Water (2/3) - Jordan Keyes
40"x30"
Archival inkjet print
2022
Archival inkjet print
2022
Clear As Water (3/3) - Jordan Keyes
40"x30"
Archival inkjet print
2022
Archival inkjet print
2022
Untitled (1/3) - Erin Fesmire
11" x 8.5"
Photography, Cyanotype Print
2021
This book is meant to further explore the experience of a fractured memory and memory loss. Many moments are undiscernible, some are clear, and others lost all together. Some pages have clear connections while others seem to make zero sense. Images appear over and over again with variation creating confusion, hesitation, and indecisiveness towards what might actually be the truth. The traits which once separate time and space no longer exist. Whats left is only memory and thought. The body has been removed. Brain scattered. Memory has lost its meaning and your sight is abstract. We share experiences but they are never the same. You take what you are given and are left in the abyss of the unknown. There is no escaping time. Only losing yourself in the abyss of your own memories.
Photography, Cyanotype Print
2021
This book is meant to further explore the experience of a fractured memory and memory loss. Many moments are undiscernible, some are clear, and others lost all together. Some pages have clear connections while others seem to make zero sense. Images appear over and over again with variation creating confusion, hesitation, and indecisiveness towards what might actually be the truth. The traits which once separate time and space no longer exist. Whats left is only memory and thought. The body has been removed. Brain scattered. Memory has lost its meaning and your sight is abstract. We share experiences but they are never the same. You take what you are given and are left in the abyss of the unknown. There is no escaping time. Only losing yourself in the abyss of your own memories.
Untitled (2/3) - Erin Fesmire
11" x 8.5"
Photography, Cyanotype Print
2021
This book is meant to further explore the experience of a fractured memory and memory loss. Many moments are undiscernible, some are clear, and others lost all together. Some pages have clear connections while others seem to make zero sense. Images appear over and over again with variation creating confusion, hesitation, and indecisiveness towards what might actually be the truth. The traits which once separate time and space no longer exist. Whats left is only memory and thought. The body has been removed. Brain scattered. Memory has lost its meaning and your sight is abstract. We share experiences but they are never the same. You take what you are given and are left in the abyss of the unknown. There is no escaping time. Only losing yourself in the abyss of your own memories.
Photography, Cyanotype Print
2021
This book is meant to further explore the experience of a fractured memory and memory loss. Many moments are undiscernible, some are clear, and others lost all together. Some pages have clear connections while others seem to make zero sense. Images appear over and over again with variation creating confusion, hesitation, and indecisiveness towards what might actually be the truth. The traits which once separate time and space no longer exist. Whats left is only memory and thought. The body has been removed. Brain scattered. Memory has lost its meaning and your sight is abstract. We share experiences but they are never the same. You take what you are given and are left in the abyss of the unknown. There is no escaping time. Only losing yourself in the abyss of your own memories.
Untitled (3/3) - Erin Fesmire
11" x 8.5"
Photography, Cyanotype Print
2021
This book is meant to further explore the experience of a fractured memory and memory loss. Many moments are undiscernible, some are clear, and others lost all together. Some pages have clear connections while others seem to make zero sense. Images appear over and over again with variation creating confusion, hesitation, and indecisiveness towards what might actually be the truth. The traits which once separate time and space no longer exist. Whats left is only memory and thought. The body has been removed. Brain scattered. Memory has lost its meaning and your sight is abstract. We share experiences but they are never the same. You take what you are given and are left in the abyss of the unknown. There is no escaping time. Only losing yourself in the abyss of your own memories.
Photography, Cyanotype Print
2021
This book is meant to further explore the experience of a fractured memory and memory loss. Many moments are undiscernible, some are clear, and others lost all together. Some pages have clear connections while others seem to make zero sense. Images appear over and over again with variation creating confusion, hesitation, and indecisiveness towards what might actually be the truth. The traits which once separate time and space no longer exist. Whats left is only memory and thought. The body has been removed. Brain scattered. Memory has lost its meaning and your sight is abstract. We share experiences but they are never the same. You take what you are given and are left in the abyss of the unknown. There is no escaping time. Only losing yourself in the abyss of your own memories.
Untitled - Erin Fesmire
18.5" x 8.5" x 1.5"
Photography, Cyanotype Book
2021
Photography, Cyanotype Book
2021
The River Styx - Ethan Horatio Anderson
40" x 30"
Oil Paint
2021
Oil Paint
2021
Second Gift - Riley Lauren Lynch
6" x 6"
Embroidery floss, beading, stretcher bars, acrylic and gold leaf.
2021
Embroidery floss, beading, stretcher bars, acrylic and gold leaf.
2021
Limbo - Raven Smith
36" x 48"
Oil and Acrylic Paint on Canvas
2019
Limbo is apart of a larger series of Raven's titled "Spectrum". Each mental state is paired with creative writing
“What to do?”
Made By: Paris Stigger
Date: 1/28/2022
The ceiling fan slowly circles around
Creating a brief gust of wind that caresses my skin
As I stare, everything around me starts to blur
“What is going to be done today?”
The clock gets louder and louder
with each tick and tock
My body remains motionless as if I’ve become a new piece in an exhibit waiting to be seen by the masses
“What to do?”
“What to know?”
“What?”
Wh... maybe, no
Finally getting up and looking around to see the sun that once smiled abandoned me
Five hours have passed
9:00am becomes 2:00pm
Monday becomes Saturday
“What to do?”
“What to do?”
Wh... maybe, no
Nothing feels right
Nothing is right
Is there something wrong with me?
The brain that I once loved has become a museum filled with empty space
The tv I once thrived on has become a collection of static
The smile I once used has become a mask to fool people
“What to do?”
Wh... maybe, no
I float around this unknown territory like an astronaut exploring space except
there’s no stars
no galaxies
no planets
Just a vast huge space of darkness My room becomes my kitchen Downstairs becomes my work place Day by Day
Life becomes one depressing loop
filled with blank film with the exception of the complete one... The complete one
The spark that I hold on to dearly
Cradling it like a mother with her child
Until it’s gone
The spark
The complete one
I’m used to it leaving
Used to it evaporating as if it’s ice melting on a summer hot day Maybe, no
“Maybe I...”
...No
“How about...”
...No
“Well what to do?”
I think to myself as my body droops revealing my true nature my true intention
I lay down with tears
As the ceiling fan slowly circles around
Creating a brief gust of wind that caresses my skin
“What to do?”
....”Nothing”
“I’m going to do nothing”
Oil and Acrylic Paint on Canvas
2019
Limbo is apart of a larger series of Raven's titled "Spectrum". Each mental state is paired with creative writing
“What to do?”
Made By: Paris Stigger
Date: 1/28/2022
The ceiling fan slowly circles around
Creating a brief gust of wind that caresses my skin
As I stare, everything around me starts to blur
“What is going to be done today?”
The clock gets louder and louder
with each tick and tock
My body remains motionless as if I’ve become a new piece in an exhibit waiting to be seen by the masses
“What to do?”
“What to know?”
“What?”
Wh... maybe, no
Finally getting up and looking around to see the sun that once smiled abandoned me
Five hours have passed
9:00am becomes 2:00pm
Monday becomes Saturday
“What to do?”
“What to do?”
Wh... maybe, no
Nothing feels right
Nothing is right
Is there something wrong with me?
The brain that I once loved has become a museum filled with empty space
The tv I once thrived on has become a collection of static
The smile I once used has become a mask to fool people
“What to do?”
Wh... maybe, no
I float around this unknown territory like an astronaut exploring space except
there’s no stars
no galaxies
no planets
Just a vast huge space of darkness My room becomes my kitchen Downstairs becomes my work place Day by Day
Life becomes one depressing loop
filled with blank film with the exception of the complete one... The complete one
The spark that I hold on to dearly
Cradling it like a mother with her child
Until it’s gone
The spark
The complete one
I’m used to it leaving
Used to it evaporating as if it’s ice melting on a summer hot day Maybe, no
“Maybe I...”
...No
“How about...”
...No
“Well what to do?”
I think to myself as my body droops revealing my true nature my true intention
I lay down with tears
As the ceiling fan slowly circles around
Creating a brief gust of wind that caresses my skin
“What to do?”
....”Nothing”
“I’m going to do nothing”
10.08 - Jessica Delli Carpini
2’ x 4’ x 10”
10 mm rich blue tubes with argon and mercury, fluorescent acrylic sheets
2021
10 mm rich blue tubes with argon and mercury, fluorescent acrylic sheets
2021
Repairing Temporalities - Sophie Lopez
22"x18"
Photography
2020
Photography
2020
Shrine to my Fathers - Sophie Lopez
11"x14"
Photography
2020
Photography
2020
Untitled - Oliver Nygaard-Ostby
19" x 24”
Pastel
2022
Pastel
2022
Curation By:
Mason Moss
Teagan Walters
Jacob Unze
Madeleine Hartley
Max Moreno
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