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Feb 2012

I'll be part of a group show of current instructors going on at SNAP Feb 16- March 17th. Come on out to see some good work!
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Jan 2012

To anyone who has ever wanted to try silkscreen: SNAP is currently offering an introduction to silkscreen course Tuesdays from Jan 31 March 27, which I am teaching. Come on down and have some fun in the printshop!
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Nov 2011

It's that time of the year again—Print Affair at SNAP! This years art sale is November 26 from 7 pm - 11 pm. Come on out and see what's there! And the following week, the fine Art of Schmoozy is on at Latitude 53. Good times!
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Oct 2011

Awesome news—Some work of mine will be going to Thailand, for the 3rd Bangkok Triennale International Print and Drawing Exhibition! Pretty exciting for me!

Most recent work:

MeditationThis is part of series which uses Franz Kafka's Letter to his Father as a starting point, using text and images together. These images are centered around our own understanding of what constitutes place, physically and emotionally where we fit into the world. This perception of where we should be is coloured by emotion, and the memories attached to both where we are, and where we wish to be or not be. Letters to grew out of this discrepancy between memories of places, and changes to the nature of the space, seeking comfort in memory. Letters to also came from the woven nail sculpture I have been working on—something at once both comforting, and disquieting; in a way, the repetition of the work involved in creating such a piece, of the repeating nails, is itself an escape from.

Kafka's Letter to his Father is written about his home and childhood, and the unhappiness recalled there in the relationship with his father. The images taken from the sculptures grew into a dialog between the text and the nails to create more sculptur oriented work. The images are grittier, and the text deteriorates—Kafka's work, and mine, is about real people, rather than any kind of perfection.

—Kelsey Stephenson