This month, I am locked in the shimmery construction sites of Mary Ann Strandell. I snapped these process shots in her studio, and then we planted a geranium border in her garden. Her husband Michael Rees also creates fantasies: giant AR-enabled inflatables into which you can project your dreams or nightmares.
I like her paintings at this stage, when it looks like they could collapse. The light is gnawing at the western edge of the scaffolding; the light is smashed into the sixth floor balcony. It is drippy with life juices. At this moment, the painting still believes it can grow up to be an astronaut. (Is the painting female? Will there will be a space suit in its size?)
Mary Ann Strandell
Image 1: Tower/construction/Tribeca, Image 2: Tower/cell
Thank you, Katie. Please send me an e-mail; I don't have your e-mail address.
Posted by: The Best American Poetry | July 28, 2019 at 01:15 PM
Mary Ann’s art is as amazingly beautiful and interesting as she is.
Posted by: Marlies dewaard | July 30, 2019 at 05:15 PM