“Hey! This one looks like its in 3-D.” This comment by a fellow museum visitor piqued my curiosity while viewing Emerging Artists (Museum of Arts and Sciences, Macon, Georgia). Optical art was not among the contemporary work. Missing were strategically placed lighting effects. Yet Michael Ross’ canvases were aglow with activity, color and light.
Michael Ross in Studio. Image Credit: michaelrossart.com
Waxwing in New Forest image from Emerging Artists (Museum of Arts and Sciences, Macon, Georgia)
Elecampane image from Emerging Artists (Museum of Arts and Sciences, Macon, Georgia)
Image from Emerging Artists exhibit Museum of Arts and Sciences (Macon, Georgia)
‘The figures in my paintings are on the move. They exist in transient flux but have a sense of mission: a decision is looming, an obstacle lies ahead that will leave them changed…Like a film director, I want to create worlds [that] must feel real and lived, if heightened and cinematic. ‘
Despite all this drama, it was Ross’s quiet lush landscapes that kept me captivated at the exhibition. His oil painting Waxwing in a New Forest simmers with the thick humidity of the South. The transplanted Marylander has embraced his new home “with all its beauty and tragedy.”
In her bio Ester Lipscomb describes herself as “a studio potter working in northeast Georgia.” A humble understatement from such a sophisticated ceramicist!
Ester Lipscomb in Studio. Credit: esterlipscomb.com
Emerging Artists exhibit, Museum of Arts and Sciences (Macon, Georgia US)
Perhaps having a close connection to the earth, or owning a pet dog named Loretta Lynn is what grounds this dynamic artist.
Lipscomb muses “Living in these beautiful mountains gives me the opportunity to enjoy the daily flow of nature and the seasons. I am inspired to create objects that I hope are part of the landscape.” True to their maker’s sensibilities her work has a natural ebb and flow taking on bulbous organic forms.
I was recently introduced to Lipscomb’s work at the Emerging Artists exhibit – Museum of Arts and Sciences (Macon, Georgia). This annual event features 7 contemporary artists from around the Southeast whose work is of exceptional caliber. Over the next few weeks, I’ll spotlight their art.
Why didn’t you warn me about “gardening for nature?”
I grew up in the ‘hood of the 1970s. My childhood home was a dilapidated duplex apartment on a dusty dirt street. The heavy summer rains would push the red mud between the gaps under the front door. I hated that mud. I hated that dirt. But my mother Daisy knew what to do with them both. Outside she grew the prettiest little flowers in that mud and dirt. She planted them near the small stoop of our front porch. When the blossoms thrived under her care, the dirt and mud didn’t seem all that bad.
I wanted to work magic with that dirt and mud like my momma. I wanted to understand nature.
So dear Garden Guy I read your books about the flora and fauna of my native state. I watched your television shows and attended your lectures.
I readily embraced nature and all its fresh-air goodness when my husband and I purchased property that included woodland.
I knew “nature” was hiding in those woods and I was determined to coax it out – to see it up close. I asked you, Mr. Garden Guy, and you told me to “garden for nature.” You told me to provide fresh water, food and shelter and they will come.