Studio Visits #6, Laura Antonella Mancuso, Print maker, Dover Delaware

Last week I went to see Laura Mancuso’s studio here in Dover. Laura is a print maker and works in a variety of substrates. Wood, cardboard and monotypes are favorites though! I kind of jumped ahead. The first thing you need to know about Laura is how to say her name! It’s pronounced Lowra, where the “ow” sounds like the word you say when you bump your toe. Not the F bomb, the other one! Anyways. Back to the visit. Her studio is just a small space with great lighting, a few tables to work from, and places to hang prints to dry.

Not much to it. Great light and a good size table or two

The tools are simple too. Here are some gouges and chisels to carve the wood. The wood is just some readily available pine from the big box store. Of course it needs to be flat!

 

Laura is working on some architectural roots stuff. This is part of one section. The print is kind of reverse from the carved wood.
Laura is working on some architectural roots stuff. This is part of one section. The print is kind of reverse from the carved wood.
Laura Mancuso working on a wood block print
Laura carving into the wood block.
Carving out some of the wood on the block
Carving out some of the wood on the block

After rolling some ink on the block, Laura makes a test print to show me how the small scratches she made make light or shaded areas on the print..

Hand printing is more physical than I imagined. She bore down pretty hard to get the ink onto the paper!
Hand printing is more physical than I imagined. She bore down pretty hard to get the ink onto the paper!
Here's the print from the block!
Here’s the print from the block!

I was interested in how the paper affected the look of the print. This paper had some kind of water marking on it, that was very organic looking and added to the tree root look. Laura said she could add water color paint or other stuff to the print to complete the look she has in mind. She could also have done different colors by using rollers in tandem. My take away was that Laura has to make a thousand different choices and each one could take the finished print over the top, or just kill it!

Laura showed me how she makes mono prints too! For those she puts her ink right on a glass plate, or really, anything smooth and not porous, and then draws, scoops or otherwise manipulates the ink. She then gently lays the paper on top and then presses the paper firmly, but not too firmly, into the ink to transfer the print. It’s called a mono print because each print can only be made one time. Any secondary images are different.

It's kind of hard to imagine what this will be
It’s kind of hard to imagine what this will be

Laura made one print from this and then I suggested she take out the three big stripes you see kind of on the top right of the ink here. She entertained the idea and added some other colors and came up with the secondary print. I’m thinking I got the name wrong, but, anyways…  In the photo below the first print is up top and the second print is in Laura’s left hand. I showed it in color so you can see some of the changes from one print to the next.

Laura Mancuso with 2 monoprints
Two different prints from the monoprinting process I talked about above. There will never be any duplicates!

Speaking of hands, cleanliness is next to godliness for printers! If you get some ink on your hand, and don’t know it, when you pick up your fresh print, bad things happen! The cleaning material of choice is baby wipes! For the plates, blocks, and printers hands and tools!

I had a great time talking with Laura about the process and her artistic vision. We talked for over an hour and I’m sure I barely hit the tip of the iceberg.

As has become my custom, here are Laura’s answers to the little survey I’ve been asking folks.

What kinds of art do you do?

I am primarily a printmaker. The thing I like most about printmaking is the freedom that it offers as a medium. It allows you the ability to create so many kinds of artistic styles within one medium-you can be painterly, sculptural, minimal, textural or expressive just by changing the material you are carving/etching on. I also love how the material can become part of the print- For example, if you are carving into wood the knots and grain add texture and can be incorporated in the composition of the final print.

I like all the various techniques but my favorite technique at the moment is called a cardigraph, where using an exacto knife you cut and peel away at seven-layer cardboard plate. The deeper you cut away at the plate, the darker the tone will be on the final print. Once complete the cardboard plate  is sealed and compressed using a printing press. By applying ink on the plate and wiping away the ink, the optimal tones are achieved. Once the plate is inked, it is placed on damp paper and pulled through a press. I love how in this technique, from an ordinary and non-traditional material, I can create texture as well a range of tone from light to dark.

When I am not printmaking, I like to draw using charcoal, ink and watercolor, often combining these materials.

Do you have a day job too?

I am the Curator and Manager of the Dover Art League (DAL). I really enjoy working there because I get to work with artists as well as meet art lovers and appreciator of all ages. I love connecting with the community and collaborating with arts organizations and love curating the exhibits.

Is there something that drives your art?

I’m inspired by dreams as well as stories and landscapes that live within a community. I’ve lived in many different places from Central New York, Florence and Pescara, Italy to Anchorage, Alaska and in my artwork I explore the various landscapes and various stories collected while living in all these different places. I try to find the common themes in the collections of stories and use those common themes that link all of humanity. For example, in my last solo show, in Anchorage I explored human resiliency in a series of cardigraph prints. The idea came about after I dreamt about a group of people walking through a woods with all their worries and emotional weight. They approached a beach, applied mud on themselves, washed away the mud then headed back to the woods. The series included images of emotive portraits, woods and beach landscapes.

(Editor’s note: Check out these awesome prints Laura described!)

Postcard from a show Laura did.
Postcard from a show Laura did.
another print from the show
another print from the show

 

How long have you been doing it? Any special training?

Although I liked art as a kid, I started creating and studying art seriously in high school. In the ninth grade I created my first linocut relief and got the printmaking bug. Shortly after, in 1999, a big Labor Day storm hit in Syracuse, NY. I suffered third degree and second burns on my right shoulder and upper arm when my shirt sleeve accidentally brushed against a lit candle on a table and caught on fire. I was in the burn unit and out of school for the majority of the school year and turned to drawing and writing to express what I could not to others and to heal emotionally after that dramatic event. When I returned to high school and through the remainder of my high school years, I studied the fundamentals and filled my elective classes with art classes, graduating with AP credits and an art scholarship for college. I attended Nazareth College in Rochester, NY and graduated with a B.S. in Studio Art, with a concentration and focus on printmaking and continued showing my work in group and solo shows. I am currently working on my portfolio and planning on applying for and hopefully attending graduate school within the next couple of years.

How can I find you online?

My website it currently being updated and should be up by the end of August. I will keep you updated once it is published. I am also on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/Lauraantonellaprintmaker.

Do you have a series or theme you’re working on now?

Yes, in January 2017, I will be having an exhibit in The Holden Gallery at the Dover Art League called Roots: Architectural Prints by Laura Antonella Mancuso. The series will be blending bookmaking with printmaking and drawing and will explore the many meaning of the word ‘roots’ as it relates to people and nature. The series will blend printmaking and bookmaking techniques, creating print that have form. They will have an architectural quality being both 2d and 3d.

I also love reading and writing. This project is very much influenced by my love of the literary and art and my desire to combine them

 

Laura, thanks for letting me into your world and sharing it with others! I can’t wait to see the show in January!

 

Submitted Stories from the Delta Dream Series!

I had 4 stories submitted for my Delta Dream Story contest! Comment below to tell me your favorite one! I’m going to post them in the order I received them. I have a favorite, but I want you all to let me know yours in the comments below!  (As benevolent dictator, I’ll consider the recommendations of the crowd!) Remember, they didn’t have to use all the cards, and they didn’t have to make the story about a dream…

I’ll leave the voting open til Friday the 15th!

mosaic of holga photos in the Delta Dream Series
Here are all 20 scenes on one image. I started with scene one upper top left corner and went across to scene 5 on the first row and so on.

STORY #1

The house of love still stands, but you need a beer to get in .Remembering the day he first saw his sweetheart at that run down burger joint on wheels, he quickly found a pet animal to bring back home for safekeeping. After that, he ordered Netflix on his new dish and sat outside with his tall neighbor that always seemed to be posing and never changed his red shirt. He never went too far after his truck broke down in the weeds even though the service station served cake and pie, it was just too much cotton to wade through. Even with fresh modules of cotton out in the field his horses were suspicious of his actions after he hung that flag on the fence. There was no stopping him from wandering around town looking at old signs and trying to telepathically phone his sister for Chinese take out. Last week I saw him riding around town in an old firetruck and he was trying to wash graffiti off some walls but there wasn’t enough water pressure. He just lived in the hood, or maybe under the hood but always wound up at some intersection going right or left only and never could decide which way to go except back home to the house of love.

Story #2

My home feels like it is shrinking in on me. Even with satellite TV I am feeling alone. Toys no longer interest me I have tossed them out into the yard. To stop my worries I visited the local grocery to look at a bigger TV. The restlessness continued, now I am at the end of my road a decision on which direction to turn is at hand. I’m a big man feeling utterly lost. My appetite is needing more than the local Chinese delivery. I need to move on. The decision is made I am going to find a new place to set my roots. As my first task a visit to see the boss man and let him know he would need to find a new fireman for town’s fire engine. Next a collection of quarters allowed me to phone Mom and tell her I was moving on. She warned me to avoid cities full of brick building after brick building filled with graffiti and gangs. The last warning was to remember my roots and the value of living a simple life in the cotton farming community I knew so well. I assured her the American Flag flies over many great places and I was going to see a few of them. Knowing I would be away for awhile I covered the hay in the fields and left my gelding Winnie free to roam the fields until my return. The old pickup was fetched from it’s grassy spot and taken to Zeke’s service station for new oil and a tank of gas. Knowing I would need a place to lay my head, the old burger wagon was converted to a mobile home and I drove off to find my last stop, the house of love, a home that has filled my restless dreams. Wish me well.

STORY #3

I’ve recently retired from my job.  My plans were to travel the United States.  Carefree, meeting people that are the true heart of this country.  Not your big City, touristy kind of vacation, but in the rural, depressed areas.  So I set a plan in action.  My  car is packed, and I laid my head on my pillow, my mind swimming with ideas, expectations and…DO I HAVE EVERYTHING??!!!  How will I ever get any sleep?  As my thoughts race through my mind, I begin to drift off.  FINALLY!!!

….It’s MORNING!!!!  YAY!  Get up!   Let’s GO!! Times-a-wastin’!!  I make a quick check of my belongings.  Yep, all seems to be there!!  My cooler is packed with drinks and sandwiches.  Only stopping for gas, and restroom time….that’s how I roll!  So I leave my drive, cross over the river from Cincinnati into KY. ( I hate that bridge. Gives me anxiety every time. Something about jamming cars high above a river just doesn’t appeal to me. )  I’ll see where 8 hours gets me to and stop there for the night.  Louisville, Nashville, Memphis all end up in my rearview mirror.  Not what I’m looking for.  As dinner time starts to near, I find myself in Mississippi. Hmmm, Clarksdale….Cool town, somewhat rundown, but I like it.  I came to intersection with a rock-riddled stop sign.   So that’s what the kids do here for fun, huh?

Cottonfields with their baled cotton.  COOL!   Something you don’t see in Ohio!!!  Then out in the middle of nowhere, it seems, I find a place to stay…The Shack Up Inn.  It’s true to its name, Shacks and Recycled Junk everywhere.  I get my room and walk around the grounds.  An old blue truck sitting amongst the shacks near an Old Amoco sign.  People sitting on the porches of their shacks enjoying each other’s company.  Friendly wave from everyone. Nice!!  So I get back in my car and go look for something to eat.  Rundown buildings, security gates on windows and doors tells me there must be a lot of crime.  I pass a parking lot with a homage of stuffed animals, half-drank bottles of Gatorade and sweet tea, blankets and a TV.  Homeless?  A Memorial of some kind?  Not sure.

LOL!!! Their idea of food truck makes me question my food options, here. Somewhat unnerving actually.  I opted for Chinese, but I seem to have left my cell phone in my room.  Went to use a payphone, lol, no phone in the stand.  Great! I’m not feeling so safe for some reason, but I stop in The House of Love  for a cold beer on this hot, steamy evening.  As I walked in, I felt out of place, everyone turned and looked at me…the Outsider within THEIR surroundings.  I ordered a beer.  I was approached by an elderly local man, teeth missing, skin glistening from the humidity. “You ain’t from around here, is you?”  I told him no, that I was from Ohio.  He said he didn’t think I was safe there and to be on my way.  I gave him a questioning look, downed my beer and left.

As I got to my car, a couple of men were looking in my car. One had a crowbar or something and was beginning to raise it to strike my car.  “HEY!!!   STOP!!!”   I startled them, they backed away but didn’t leave. “You ain’t welcome here, “ I was told.  “No worries, gentleman. Just let me get in my car and leave.”  As I opened my door, they pushed me aside, grabbed the first things they could get their hands on, my GPS and some change. I struggled with them, but they overpowered me and took my car.  I chased them out of the parking lot!!! “HEY, MY CAR!!!” As they drove away, a hand comes out the window as I’m flipped the “bird.”  I hear them laughing as they turn onto the street.  What do I do?  Where do I go? I begin to walk down the street.  Empty buildings, decay everywhere.  I’m beginning to feel woozie.  Everything is spinning, cloudy, I can’t think or see straight.  I think I’ve been slipped a mickey.

I stumble around a street.  I’m seeing double.  Faces are distorted. This can’t be happening to me.  I find a bench to sit on.  I look over my shoulder and a HUGE green hand is about to  engulf me.  I can’t move,  I begin to feel pain in my arm.  Wait!  What??!!   What are you doing??!!!   The big green hand is tattooing my arm.  ARRGGHHHH!! NOOO!!!!! Oh Jesus!! Help me!!!!!  I’m trying to get away,  I can’t scream, I can’t run.  I  try to adjust my eyes.  I blink and blink.  What am I seeing??!!!  I giant man!  He’s chasing away the big green hand!!  Oh God, thank you!!!! He doesn’t say a word and puts me in an old rusty truck and drives me away.  We stop at a service station for some fuel.  Where are we going, why isn’t he talking to me?  He stopped at the Grocery store next door and bought me a sandwich and a coke.  I’m starting to regain my senses.  I half scared to eat the sandwich, but I was hungry and thirsty.

We drove a little ways.  I’m looking out the window. Am I still out of it?  I see a face on a car hood.  Is that another one of my hallucinations? We drove past a flag made of red, white and blue solo cups.  I remember thinking, how inventive.  But I want to go look for my car.  I still don’t know where I’m going. He took me to an old shack . Barely standing, but it had a satellite dish. LOL.  How can he fit in there?  He’s so  huge!!  I want out of here. I jumped out of the car.  I thanked  the giant man and walked and he didn’t stop me.

I don’t know where I’m going, but I’m not staying here, that’s for sure.  I walked for a short time and came to a t-intersection. Which way do I go?????  I don’t know what to do!!!  I’m scared….Oh Please, let this be a drea………

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  I begin to slowly open my eyes…trying to figure where I am now…I pick my head up off my pillow. I sit up, I look around, MY BED!!  MY ROOM!!!  Yes!   I recognize this!!!

OH THANK GOD, it was just a dream!!!!  I may be rethinking that roadtrip…..

Story#4

S1
The House of Love and Happiness, a place I encounter much too often. It’s here that I tend to drink my weight in cold, unforgiving alcohol. I know the men here well. We’re all here for the same reasons; loneliness, regret, yearning, heartbreak, hurt, sadness. The bartender tells me stories. His stories. Stories about how his wife left him after two years. Took his children and his money. And with that his happiness.
He listens to me rant about my sickening life, all the wrong choices I’ve made, the few rights in the mix. He understands.
His name is Jimmy.
S2
I never knew my father well. He left when I was six, long enough to leave those memories of Daddy taking you to the park or to go get ice cream. But he also left memories of sadness; screaming, yelling, fighting.
Long story short I was going to grab lunch at this rusty old food truck. The thing wasn’t a pleasure to look at, that was for sure; it had the menu displayed across the entirety of the trailer and was supported by two cinder blocks.
But as I neared closer to the scene, a man came into view. He was a clean cut man in a sophisticated suit, yet his posture portrayed that he held the weight of the world upon his shoulders. Sadness oozed from the man, devastating his aura.
Then, as if in slow motion he turned around, and I caught eye contact with him. But it was my own eyes that I looked into. It was as though I were looking into a mirror that foretold the future. This man was me. This man was my father.
S3 & S6
My buddies and I were never the best of people. Everyone judged us or made fun of us so we had our own way of coping. We’d take that rustic, blue death-machine-on-wheels down to a field about 10 miles from home. We’d spend days there getting high, then reaching a low, and then we’d have to pull ourselves back to reality. We kept stuffed animals out there, acted as though they were our friends. I’m pretty sure they were the realist friends I had.
S5 & S7
When everything looks the same you begin to try and find little details to mark where you’re at. For me, it was that stupid 20 foot statue of the man who held literally nothing. He just stood there in front of the run-down gas station, serving as their lazy mascot. But he helped me keep my sanity on the drive back from our private oasis.
S4
I went to Jimmy’s house once. I guess playing bartender means you don’t require much. He lives in a shed in the outskirts of town, and the inside doesn’t justify. He has a curtain cutting off his bedroom from the central living room/kitchen. Somewhat relative to Charlie’s home from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.
He invited me over for drinks and a little smoke. We smoked, we drank, we laughed, we cried; we did everything you’d expect two drunk people to do. I don’t think I’ve had that much fun in a while.
S8
Occasionally when I mix the right amount of pills I’ll find a sweet place that might be Heaven. The skies are blue with the perfect clouds adorning the canvas. Things fade in and out, but one of the most prominent visions is the red tractor in a field of pastel cotton. This takes me to that high, high place, but then I realize: why would I be going there?
S16, S17, S18
One of my high school acquaintances drove a fierce-looking orange truck. In the backseat we had all kinds and colors of spray paint. We took it to different locations where twenty or so people would work on one project. We once created a man with a face of eyes. Us junkies enjoyed making statements.
Occasionally we’d do offers for business owners we knew well. I still remember one when time we painted for a good friend of ours who owned a tattoo parlor. We painted a hand coming from the sky with the mystical pen that would bestow upon the world the beautiful art in which the tattoo gods would paint on the canvas that is your skin. In other words, it was epic.
S14
Fast forward.
I had to make a phone call. I don’t know who to call. I don’t know how or why I’m here. One phone. What to do? Who to dial? Who? What? Where? And why?
S15
I dialed a Chinese takeout restaurant. It’s a fiery red building with fiery red food. I don’t know how and I don’t know why, but that’s what happened. And I enjoyed the food.
S9&S11
In another field in another part of town I find myself alone with hay bales and an American flag amongst trashy clutter. I get higher as I did with my old friends, and find myself to be having as much fun. But then everything gets blurred into a giant mob of red and blue.
S12&S20
Signs. They’re all I see. Stop, turn, yield, stop, turn, stop.
S13
I see a grocery store. Except it’s not really a grocery store because there is nothing in there but broken glass. Why am I seeing this now?
S19
Faces, but not real faces. Painted faces, and just one face on the dislocated hood of a car. The scenery looks familiar. Reminds me of home. Man, I wish I was home right now.
S10
Speaking of home, I see a farm. A beautiful farm with cows and majestic trees. They climb to the sky and reach for God. I feel as though I’m reaching for God, but will he take my hand?
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Studio Visits #5, Maria Sadler, Milford Delaware

Maria Sadler in her pottery shed
We had a nice talk about the art and craft of the pottery she does

I had a fun visit with Maria Sadler today in her studio shed behind her home in Milford Delaware. So far it’s the biggest studio space I’ve been in and much more organized than mine would be, if I had a studio! Maria is a potter and artisan with clay. I bought a cool leaf dish from her at a craft and art show at the Delvet’s here in Dover a few months ago, before I started my project. We talked a little about her tools, including this kiln she uses. It goes up to 2500 degrees Fahrenheit for up to twelve hours and takes 2 days to cool off. Any faster and the pottery might break from the thermal shock! It costs from $6 to $10 each time she does a run, so she makes sure to fill that puppy up before starting a run.

Maria Sadler at her Electric Kiln
I asked Maria just how graceful it was for her to load the kiln. She said “not very” to load all the way at the bottom!

I kept coming back to the time investment in the pieces she does. Besides the time actually making her pieces, she has to let them dry for up to a few weeks, then put them in the kiln and getting the pieces out up to a few days later. There are no rush jobs! And there are no guarantees! Things can break outside the kiln and flat out explode inside the kiln if there is too much moisture or air pocket in the clay.

Maria does do some custom work, and goes to shows about twice a month. Her nautical pieces really sell well down at the beach shows. I like her leaf dishes that she describes a little in her answers to the questions below because each is individual.

Smoothing one of her leaf pots. Each one is individual and comes from a real leaf she presses into the clay!
Smoothing one of her leaf pots. Each one is individual and comes from a real leaf she presses into the clay!
Maria Sadler cutting clay
Maria showed me how she makes the slabs she uses for her leaf pieces. It starts with a good size chunk of clay she goes up to Philadelphia to purchase every few months. She presses it out in that roller thingy (don’t you love the tech terms?) behind her on the table.
Some of the tools she uses to give textures and shapes to her works
Some of the tools she uses to give textures and shapes to her works

 

As in the prior installments, some of my questions and Maria’s answers follow:

What kinds of art do you do?

I am a potter.  Most of my work is functional pottery such as bowls, platters and vases.  Every now an then I’ll attempt to make a piece that can be used as jewelry or a plaque or wall hanging.

Do you have a day job too? 

I retired from the State of Delaware two years ago.  Currently I work part time for a payroll company, Swift Payroll, and I volunteer bartend at the Milford VFW.  I’ve thought about trying to get a full time job again, but it’s hard to find something that won’t interfere with my time working in my studio or with shows.

Is there something that drives your art?

I’ve always had a love for pottery.  As a child I lived in Japan and would go shopping with my mother to buy dishes and figurines made from pottery.  Also while visiting Greece every summer, my mother is Greek; I would purchase wall hangings and vases made by local artists. I just love the process of creating something that someone can enjoy and use on a daily basis.   I’m always trying to improve my skills and am looking for new ideas on what to make.

How long have you been doing it? Any special training?

Well I guess I started as a kid making mud pies. I made a lot of those.  I also played with Play-do a lot.  I took my first pottery class in high school and loved it.  Then when my kids were little around 16-17 years ago I decided to take another class at the base as something to do for myself.  I fell in love with the creative process all over again.  The skills center had open studio once a week, so a group of us started meeting once a week and spent time together sharing ideas and helping each other with our skills.  I learned a lot from both Pat and Xan.  Over time we had created so many pieces and it started getting expensive buying clay and supplies, so we decided to try selling our pieces.  We did a few shows together and we did well.  It felt really good to find that people really liked our pieces.  

What’s your favorite kind to do? Why?

I especially like using leaves to make platters.  My friend Pat showed me how to do this and I just couldn’t get enough of it.  I am always looking at leaves trying to figure out how I can use them in a piece.  I especially like using skunk cabbage leaves, cabbage leaves and sunflower leaves because they are large. When you press the leaf into the clay, the clay captures everything from the leaf.  Each leaf is one of a kind, like a snowflake, so each platter is unique.  I use each leaf one time so each piece is truly one of a kind.

I also like to incorporate stamps and texture into my pieces.  I’m always looking for new stamps and found objects that might create a pattern that I can use.  Once I borrowed a friend’s earring to make a stamp.  

Do you have a favorite piece?

Yes, it’s a raku piece that it a nude of a torso of a woman.  Someone who does sculpture would probably look at it and laugh, but I love it.

How can I find you online?

I have a website: www.Kalypsopottery.com and on Facebook under Kalypso Pottery.

Do you have a series or theme you’re working on now?

Not really.  I have a hard time sticking to one thing.  I am always working on something different.   

 

Thanks Maria for sharing your workspace and story with me!

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