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Mary Russo: The Female Grotesque

They were omnipresent in her childhood. The schoolteachers. The five aunts. Her grandfather’s sisters stood, posed in front of the family home. Their silver hair, washed and dressed in braids, wound around their heads. They were wide-shouldered women, their bosoms secured to fashionable belts. The skirts of their dresses alluded to hips as spacious as their shoulders. They balanced on…

The Diver

Coffee steamed, hot and aromatic from the potter’s cup. It was stoneware, black and white glaze, with the drawing of a woman circling the cup. Sheila held it to her face as she gazed out the kitchen window. The handsome snow woman gazed back. Savoring the contrast of steam and frost, she absently traced the drawing on the cup with…

The Queen

For their garden chessboard, Christopher and John Thomas asked me to make a queen similar in stature and passion to Eva Per`on. The Queen began with photos of Eva and evolved into the only African royal matriarchal tribal lineage; the Queen of the Limpopo Province in South Africa, Queen Makobo Modjadji, who reigned Limpopo when this sculpture was made. To amalgamate imagery…

Daily Rituals

In the winter my daily studio rituals include staying warm, staying active and conserving water. When I enter the studio in the morning, I turn on the furnace, tune in the music and commence dancing. As cabin fever plays a growing role in our lives, the joy of having a space where I can play loud music, leap, twirl, boogie…

New Work Birthed During the Pandemic

These new pots depicting animals and plants found in the St. Louis River Watershed and Lake Superior were thrown on the wheel during the early weeks of the pandemic when counting the weeks in isolation was novel and we were washing every surface and doorknob hourly with bleach and water. I was fortunate to spend many of those months sharing…

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