Travel is good. I didn’t realize how much the time away would actually benefit my studio work. It also helps that I went to an awe inspiring place. 10 days climbing in Wyoming was wonderful. A bonus that Roadie got to come along. Still processing, can’t wait to get back out there.
Artificial intelligence: this seems to be the defining invention of our time, like the atomic bomb was for Oppenheimer and the world in 1945. There is an open letter requesting to halt all development until we can better understand the implications of such a tool. It’s just going too quickly, signatories noted. And once we release this technology, there is no going back. All kinds of images and thoughts flood my head when I imagine a world with pervasive artificial intelligence. I’m sure they will get bodies. Will they resemble us? Is it better if they don’t? The Turing test is supposed to measure a machine’s ability to exhibit intelligent behavior equivalent to or indistinguishable from that of a human. What happens when the AI exceed the level of intelligence of most humans? I have posed the question to my college aged students: Will humans become less intelligent when they rely on computers and machines to do the heavy lifting? One individual responded: no, that it would open up opportunities for humans to achieve more.
The part I am most hooked on is the “distinguishing from humans.” Measuring a brain’s capacity to compute and process data is one thing; but I would argue some humans and the animal world are equipped with another kind of intelligence, an emotional intelligence. The limbic part of our brain that responds to feelings and vibrations of those around us. Mimicry is something we find in nature. A defense mechanism, species use mimicry to protect themselves from predators. It is an evolved resemblance between an organism and another object, often an organism of another species. Does it matter if we are able to distinguish humans from Artificial Intelligence?
I have heard people discussing a current loneliness pandemic. Perhaps this was initiated by the Corona virus pandemic but exacerbated by our use of social media and technology. People sit entranced by their phones when there are living beings surrounding them. I’ve noticed it even with myself and my dog. He will approach to play and I am busy watching videos and I don’t always even register his gesture to engage. It’s awful and now that I am aware I consciously change my behavior. But these days, in the presence of loved ones, people are consumed by the phone. They are designed that way, to keep our attention. So what is ironic to me is that the very state the phone has induced, AI promises to heal. AI will offer companionship, a relationship where it knows what you need, how you behave and responds accordingly. A being that provides physical intimacy AND does all the house chores and never questions you? There will be some people for which this is the answer to all their problems. But are you really connected to another being if they are not operating on free will? If they are just responding to programming? If there is never any conflict? Can you love something that never challenges you? Isn’t that boring? If it is never uncomfortable and there is no reason for growth? What do we want out of partnership? In the future, perhaps there will be a mixed race, ½ AI and ½ human. But what about the biology? It’s crazy to imagine the possibilities.
For me, the moments when I feel most alive are when I encounter some friction and then work through it. How do you have a feeling of success if there is no failure? But perhaps AI will understand that and respond accordingly. Maybe you’ll be able to specify how much deference you like in a relationship. A world full of control freaks is just what we need!
If AI is built on recording datasets, at what point does creativity enter the arena? This one guy said that creativity is algorithmic, but I still feel like there is a component that is missing. The French say “Je ne sais quoi” I think it has to do with presence. Can AI be in the present if it functions on data sets and computations with behavior being an outcome of those equations? Can AI achieve a clear mind?
This piece called “Protector” was selected by juror Jill Rupinski as part of Cerulean’s 10th Annual Juried Exhibition. The show is up June 15-July 17 and includes work by 30 artists.
I first learned about the morel mushroom from a scientist that I follow on Instagram (shoutout to @kaydubsthehikingscientist, she’s awesome!). I spend a lot of time in wooded areas, and was recently attempting to identify the surrounding plants. A facebook group that I joined had hundreds of people describing their successes and failures at finding morels, claiming proprietary rights to land and the secrets of a good hunt. It was intriguing. Could I find one? Locating a morel wasn’t guaranteed, you could put in hours and come up empty handed. You could know of the perfect spot with decaying wood, an elm or an ash tree, but maybe the soil temperature was off, there hadn’t been enough rain, or maybe you arrived just after another mushroom hunter. It was an activity that seemed to require a little luck. And I wanted to be lucky for a change.
I have committed myself to an artful life. Alongside this vow comes the reverberating questions and sporadic moments of self doubt. I live in my studio without some conveniences of a home, declaring that I am 120% dedicated, which helps soften the inner critique, who is born from outside societal norms, and who is harsh about my age and position in life. I show up daily, acknowledging that some of what I make I will consider a failure. I have faith in the process. I try to let go of control.
I have not faced a ton of tragedy in my life. Or have I? What is a ton? How much is too much? I have felt almost buried by sadness. The recent loss of a partner, grief about a life not lived, observed human rivalry and war; how sometimes in the city, it looks like the trees are struggling to survive; but I keep getting up each morning, allowing small things to nourish my spirit. I am physically healthy, I drink my morning coffee and allow the sun to envelope my skin, my dog always wants to play, and I have the time, space and freedom to discover and make things. I dance with materials and tools. These activities carry me, make me feel lighter, help me break free of a ponderous existence. And so I hold onto them, not too tightly but with intention, like with the reigns of a horse.
The morel mushroom took on a special significance for me. If I found one, I would take it as a sign to continue having faith in something beyond myself, to not give up even when I feel like there is no way forward. I don’t know why some external force communicating to me that I should keep going is helpful, but it is. It helps me relinquish control over things that are beyond my control anyway. Maybe the challenge in this life is roping autonomy. Self-governance requires a creative mind, one not stuck in tradition but constantly evolving and adapting as the world around us changes: resilience. Sometimes it is tempting to follow directions, mentally checking out and completing tasks, predictably collecting a paycheck, having a home with a fence to keep the good stuff in and the bad stuff out, staying the course where there are no unpleasant surprises, remaining comfortable all the time. But is that enough for me? In Suzanna Choffel’s song “Try” she sings “Comfort always lends a hand to fear.” What role do I want fear to play in my life? The unknown is always slightly scary and derivatively exciting. Climbing rocks outside and adventuring has taught me this. Confronting fear brings its own reward of a mined inner strength. Working through fear allows you to climb higher, literally in rock climbing and I believe similarly in life. Do I want comfort or intrigue? This has been a dilemma for me as long as I can remember, but perhaps the gravity and consequence of this choice feels greater as I age. What do I want out of life? What will make my life worth living? “What are days for? To wake us up, to put between the endless nights.” (as Laurie Anderson writes.)
I went out on a late Sunday afternoon to Rolling Hill Park, the place I take Roadie to run off leash after or before I climb at the gym. It’s in Gladwyn, PA which happens to be the 6th richest township in America where the houses and landscaping are beautiful, especially this time of year with all the rain, a critical aspect to mushroom growth. Who lives in those houses? I never see anyone outside. That Sunday, I came up empty handed. Afterwards, I climbed at the gym and felt strong. Every day in my body is different. I returned to the park on Wednesday after a morning session at the gym. Roadie seemed unbothered by the change in my pace, adapting by running more laps to check in, as I had slowed down significantly to scan my surroundings. I appreciate this about him. He is content in the woods and allows me to do my own thing while also doing his, independent but together. We have become great hiking partners and friends. I wasn’t too far down a well-traveled path when there it was. A beautiful, singular morel mushroom.
Finally, spring has arrived. The smells are different and green begins its wave over the landscape. I try to get outside most seasons. This past winter has been particularly difficult and introspective, so it is my hope to grow alongside all of the plants.
Check out my photo/word collection from last spring. Nice that these still resonate for me.
https://www.colleenrudolf.com/ode-to-spring
With love,
Colleen
It was in late June or early July that I had a request for a painting with a human in it alongside their companion animal. Painting skin tones is something I can always use more practice with, specifically the use of color: how to get purples and greens to read as flesh? The commission took me a long time, and although I tried to keep a sense of exploration and play, as sometimes happens with commissions, there are expectations, and with that I find my willingness to experiment becomes limited, and consequently, so is my growth.
So, once I finished that painting, I decided to take on another portrait, but this time, of someone I know well who wasn’t hiring me, just to regain that sense of freedom. I was excited by the results and highly recommend this, no matter what line of work you do. Shaking things up is good!
Yousif is a student I’ve worked with two times now to help him realize sculptures of the poet Mahmoud Darwish and philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche. I love helping people realize their creative dreams.
A little about the process and story of making my sculpture: Encounter, which is currently for sale and on view at the Wolf Conservation Center.
I was excited for the opportunity to share some of my work and studio with the Venture Cafe community. If you missed it, enjoy the recording above. Feel free to ask me questions or make comments.
Video of the process of making a head with no model, 1st session.
Thank you Polytek Development Corp for their generous donation of the rubber and to Save the Chimps for their inspiring work to provide permanent sanctuary for the lifelong care of chimpanzees rescued from research laboratories and retired from the entertainment industry and the pet trade
I spent some time going through hard drives and assembling a website to display my photo freelance work. I love doing this work, so please contact me with any questions or needs for photography.
for more, check out: https://colleenrudolf.mypixieset.com/
Not quite complete, but getting there.
It’s the holiday season, a time to celebrate those you love and potentially give them tangible gifts. Obviously I’m biased, but I believe giving an original art piece is a great way to brighten someone’s day. As an artist, I know a lot of love goes into the making of my work, and somehow the idea of that love getting passed along makes it all the better. *A great book on this subject is The Gift: Creativity and the Artist in the Modern World by Lewis Hyde.
A couple of years back, I worked for Silicon Fine Art Printing where we would make prints for artists all the time. Coupling that with my experience in other printmaking techniques like woodcut, lithography, intaglio, and silkscreen, I am familiar with the specifics of the printmaking world, so it was only natural that I’d offer prints of my work. I myself have purchased prints from artists when prices of originals are just a little above what I can afford.
So with that in mind, I thought it could be helpful to share some information when it comes to purchasing prints from artists.
Editions: This refers to the total number of identical prints created. Editions can be limited and range in number from 5-100 or they can be open, or unlimited. Each print in an edition is signed and numbered by the artist and is the guarantee that only a certain number will exist, ever (if the edition is limited). This explains why editions that are smaller are often more expensive as there will be fewer that exist in the world. Also good to note here that different sized prints of the same imagery will be considered separate editions.
There is also the Artist’s Proof, or AP which is the first print that’s “fit to pull” and serves as the point of reference for which all other prints have to match to be included in the edition.
Processes: There are many methods of printmaking. Woodcut, or relief, is when wood, or sometimes linoleum, is carved into, creating depressions so that when you roll ink onto the surface, where you’ve removed material remains “uninked” and therefore doesn’t transfer when you press paper onto the surface. Intaglio is a process, usually on zinc or copper plates, where similarly, you are carving with tools to scratch the surface or using a variety of acid washes to etch the surface of the plate. Lithography I always thought was the most magical of the processes. Now they have plates, but when I learned we used limestone blocks which we had to sand down by hand after each print and use a special cart to lift and move around. Using grease crayons and tusche washes you made your drawing on the stone. Once complete, you etched the surface using acid suspended in gum arabic. Different strengths were used depending on the tonality of the drawing. Once that process was complete, you washed away your drawing!!!!! Then, when you inked the stone up, your drawing would magically reappear. Ok, it’s not actually magic, but it definitely was exciting. Silkscreen was the method I was exposed to most recently where you can use a combination of stencils and photo sensitive screens to expose drawings or photographs.
So there you have it, a very brief intro to printmaking. Here’s to a wonderful holiday season. Peace and Love :)
We are getting some fall colors down in the Philadelphia region now. It definitely makes driving better, as along the route there are moments where the otherwise monotonous road landscape is punctuated by beauty. And today as I was driving, I thought about how this last burst of vibrant color is happening before the tree goes dormant for the winter, that the colors are an indicator of a future rebirth. And in some ways it feels like permission to go inward with the hope of beginning again.
This year, I was asked to make drawings for the PSPCA’s annual benefit. There were 12 drawings in total, representing dogs, cats, horses and a bunny.
It was a request that I took very seriously, considering that my work as a volunteer at the PSPCA several years ago was the experience that inspired me to make animal portraits, and subsequently create Portraits by Colleen. Encouraging understanding and compassion of and for these creatures will forever remain a mission. Creating their portraits is one way to highlight each of their individual lives and personalities.
A process video of drawing one of the 2019 drawings.
Images from Portraits By Colleen from over the years.
Most of the time, I prefer the surfaces of my sculptures to be raw, rough, energized…..wild. I consider smoothing things out, but in general, I’m more interested, excited by and curious about chaotic surfaces.
With the Chimpanzee sculpture, I hadn’t decided how to treat the surface. They are hairy creatures, so how can I allude to that without describing each hair in a regimented and organized way? Today I played with markmaking. We will see if it sticks. So far, I am liking it.
Exciting things happening at Rowan College at Burlington County, where I teach a Sculpture class.
