Friday, March 19, 2021

Block

A classic "hard boiled" scene.

2019 Leslie Peterson Sapp Block II 38x48

The man is a reporter or a writer. His office in a rundown dockyard neighborhood that looks out over the harbor with its docks and warehouses. A single ship is coming in. He is alone, but in the corner you can barely make out his coat and hat, hanging on a coatrack, which almost appears to be a person or a ghost. Is it someone he is writing about? Investigating? Pining for? We don’t know because his back is a blank wall.

I combined collage, drawing and painting in this one, trying to capture the effects of moonlight on water, glinting off a glass ashtray. The palm of his hand glows orange as if he is holding a lit match or cigarette. 

Another, smaller version is also available. This one has no collage elements, and the color is slightly softer and nuanced. 

2019 Leslie Peterson Sapp Block 24x32
 
 
 

Thursday, March 4, 2021

Femme Fatale: protofeminist or just a very naughty girl?

March is Women's History month. During this time I am contemplating my position as a female artist, creating narrative art.

2019 Leslie Peterson Sapp Many a Moon

Part of the enduring fascination we have with noir is the inclusion of powerful female characters. The zenith of film noir was from the 1930’s-1950’s a time of extraordinary change for women, particularly during WWII, when they took up jobs vacated by men who were off at war. The war, plus the changing role of women in society, created nationwide anxiety, much like the anxiety evidenced in our own times.

However, with some exceptions, the classic femme fatale of those times was not a feminist figure. She is not a fully developed character in her own right, but tends to act as a foil for a male character's unfolding drama. Many people think she is a protofeminist, whose disruptive presence and self-serving motivations were a meaningful precursor to the feminist movement.

A terrific article in Crime Reads "The Evolution of The Femme Fatale in Film Noir", Halley Sutton describes the evolution of the femme fatale from the heyday of film noir to the neo noir of today. Her use of her sexual power to get what she wants is still intact, but her personhood is affirmed and sometimes she is even the primary character! Imagine that!

2020 Leslie Peterson Sapp Gamp


In my own work I am wrestling with the issues of stereotypes- am I perpetuating them? Does the work I produce actually uphold my values? My use of nostalgia and depictions of a by-gone era seems to give me license to stay in my comfort zones and repeatedly depict figures that are young, slender, and largely white.
The only answer I have for that is that I keep trying. I keep questioning myself, educating myself and seeing how I can stretch my comfort zones.
What new dramas unfold?


Wednesday, February 10, 2021

Love Stinks

 

2016 Leslie Peterson Sapp Fatale 30x36
Okay, I don’t really mean that.

During this time of celebrating love and romance, I remember that quote a friend of mine said many years ago: “Romance is about NOT being fulfilled, it’s about longing.”

So let us distinguish between the two: Love. Romance.

Love is wholesome and sees its object as a full person, whether that person is your date, your spouse, your child, friend, parent.

Romance is about the tension that is held between you and an object of your desire. That can include love- or not.

2021 Leslie Peterson Sapp Glass Houses
We all hope that our romantic relationships will be loving ones. We all hope that we will be held in an embrace of mutual respect, understanding and compassion. Nevertheless, it is so very much fun to witness the destructive, obsessive, doomed romances flickering on the silver screen in a good film noir.

So this Valentines Day, let us raise a glass to the darker sides of our nature.

Salud!

Monday, February 1, 2021

Search

The spy is being spied upon.

2019 Leslie Peterson Sapp Search 48x40
A young woman is being witnessed as she has snuck into an office at night, perusing documents on a desk. The green glow of the desk lamp illuminates her black jacket. Her profile and veil are silhouetted by the hall light shining through the office door window. Windows within windows, spies spying spies, rectangles framing one another, frames within frames. 

What she is reading, what information she is hoping to find, who is she spying on, and who is spying on her? What will her fate be?

Thursday, December 31, 2020

New Year's Evolutions 2020

So, the earth has orbited another graceful ellipse around our sun, and once again I take this time to take stock of the year that was, and set intentions for the year to come.

But of course, this year has been like no other. It will go down in history as one of the craziest, horriblest, nastiest no-good rotten years. 

ornament by www.plumdandy.org

We have all lost something this year; loved ones, income, opportunities, travel plans, the simple joy of congregating, or the privilege of having faith in our institutions and compatriots.

Through this difficult time, I have made a practice of counting my blessings each day. Sure, my art career took a hit. But I have plenty, I am surrounded by loving family and friends, I am safe and healthy. I am indeed one of the lucky ones. For this I am grateful. 


The Year of the Pivot

Boy howdy, we all had to pivot, and my artistic path was no exception. For some time now, I've been cruising along, avoiding change. Then Covid hit and I was forced into it. Here is the list of all the new things I did this year:

1. I invested in an art business class by Alyson Stanfield at www.artbizsuccess.com Through working with her I have rebranded my website, had more fun with the language I use when talking about my work, upped my social media use, and, as you may have noticed, wrote more blogposts!

2. I taught myself a whole new medium, printmaking. Again, as the economy has contracted, my hope is to have a wider array of price points to appeal to a larger audience.

3. I have set up my first online store so I can sell some of my work directly to you.

4. I had a major exhibition “Story Without a Plot” at RiverSea Gallery. Along with the regular preparations for a show, I took a crash course in online communications, producing a live video recording of the opening and an online artist talk. These videos are preserved on my blog here.

5. In response to Black Lives Matter, I made a commitment with a few friends to learn more about racism, and how I unwittingly contribute to white supremacy by my own lack of understanding. As you can imagine, this work has been unpleasant and difficult, but I am so glad I have the opportunity to learn and to hopefully be part of the solution in my own small way.

Perseverance


If there is anything my new-found middle-aged wisdom has taught me, it is that without perseverance success is impossible. I have committed time, money and effort into my career with no immediate results. However I've got the feeling I am headed in the right direction, and I am truly excited by what lies ahead!

I would like to thank all of you out there who have supported me over the years, and I dearly hope that my efforts have brought at least a weensy bit of levity and inspiration to you.

I am sending you all warm thoughts and hopes of good luck and a Happier New Year.


PS. Alyson sent along a wonderful article by Rosie Spinks: 2020 Will Never End Unless You Grieve It. It helped me have more awareness about the collective emotions we have about the year that has been. I hope it does the same for you. Love to you and yours.

Monday, December 14, 2020

Vacancy

 

She’s going somewhere. He’s going somewhere. Brought together by fate... trying to find beauty and comfort in a desert space.
Who is the more vulnerable one? Will it end happily?

2019 Leslie Peterson Sapp Vacancy 48x40
Vacancy is an image that I have done several times. This one is an aquatint and etching. Image 10x8

2019 Leslie Peterson Sapp Vacancy, aquatint 10x8

In this short video I discuss how I developed Vacancy from the original inspiration from the classic film noir "Detour", to a tiny sketch I just couldn't get out of my mind, to it's final fruition.