Price List for Gallery “A” McLaughlin Solo Show called: “The Tornado that Turned into a CAT”

June 4, 2015June 14, 2015 | Lynne McIlvride

Price List

Hello! After 2 1/2 grueling days, my show is finally up. (Thanks to Ann who helped deliver too much work for my little car, and Cria for bringing snacks and Marni, the gallery person who helped me set things up.) I thought I would be all new-fangled and put a price list here so you can wander around with an iPad telling you what things cost in case somebody took off with the paper price list. Here you go: I hope it’s helpful.

Gallery A Price List

The Tornado that Turned into a Cat

Lynne McIlvride’s Price List

*Please note all sales are made through the artist only. If Lynne is not in the gallery, she can be contacted at LynneMcilvride@icloud.com.

Keep an Eye on the Sky, 2013, acrylic on paper construction and wood, NOT FOR SALE

2. Giant Tornado, 2013-2015, mixed media constructed painting and installation, $3000.00

Everybody Sees You’re Blown Apart, 2013, mixed media and paper construction, photograph, $600.00

Tornado Cabinet, 2013, mixed media, $2600.00

5. Catastrophe, 2015, mixed media installation, $800.00

Storm Charmers, 2013, mixed media, $2600.00

A Disaster Waiting to Happen, 2013, mixed media, $2600.00

!, 2013, mixed media, found objects, $2600.00

Look! No Hands! 2013, NOT FOR SALE

Do Not Be Terrified, 2013, mixed media, $2600.00

Blooming Tornado!, 2013, mixed media, fresh flowers, $2600.00

12.The Turning, 2014, mixed media paper construction, $2000.00

13. Touching Down, 2014, mixed media paper construction, $1500.00

14. Turn, Turn, Turn, 2014, mixed media paper construction, $1000.00

Inside the Tornado 1, 2015, acrylic and watercolour on paper, oil on glass, $200.00

Inside the Tornado 2, 2015, acrylic and watercolour on paper, oil on glass, $300.00

Inside the Tornado 3, 2015, acrylic and watercolour on paper, oil on glass, $550.00

Inside the Tornado 4, 2015, acrylic and watercolour on paper, oil on glass, $550.00

Flying Colours is a an installation made of reduction linoprints. These individual original prints are for sale. The largest ones are $200 each, the medium $150.00 and the smallest(Walking Tornados) are $75.00 each.

Twister Sleeping, opaque watercolour on paper construction, oil on frame, 2015, ~~$950.00~~ SOLD
Step 1: Terror, 2015, opaque watercolour on paper constructions, silver leaf on glass, 2015, $500.00
Step 2: Knowing Up from Down, 2015, opaque watercolour on paper constructions, silver leaf on glass, 2015, $500.00
Step 3: Twist! opaque watercolour on paper constructions, silver leaf on glass, 2015, $500.00
She Lands on her Feet, 2015, opaque watercolour on paper construction, gold leaf on glass, $1500.00
Pocket Tornados, 2014, $250 each

……Angel Having a Bath, 2015, $950.00
Small Cat Landing, 2015, NOT FOR SALE
Domestic Tornado 1, 2014, free- hanging fibre sculpture,$1000.00
Domestic Tornado 2, 2014, free-hanging fibre sculpture, NOT FOR SALE
Domestic Tornado 3, 2014, free- hanging fibre sculpture,$500.00
Domestic Tornado 4, 2014, free- hanging fibre sculpture,$800..00
Domestic Tornado 5, 2014, free- hanging fibre sculpture, $1000.00
Domestic Tornado 6, 2014, free- hanging fibre sculpture, $700.00
Mixed Metaphor, 2014-2015, sculptural installation, $2000.00

He Wants Out

June 2, 2015June 12, 2015 | Lynne McIlvride

I didn’t have time to incorporate this movie my brother Andrew Mcilvride and I made into my Gallery A show so here it is. HE WANTED OUT. Here it is as it should be seen—on repeat.

Come to my show!

June 1, 2015June 12, 2015 | Lynne McIlvride

Well, tomorrow I start setting up my show called “The Tornado that Turned into a Cat” in Gallery A in the root cellar of the McLaughlin Gallery. The show follows the evolution of the metaphor as I have tried to explain in the three previous blog entries. Here is an invitation:

This is a gallery within a gallery: an artist initiated gallery within the larger public gallery. Any sales go directly through the artists and are not handled by the gallery so please contact me at LynneMcilvride@icloud.com if you have any questions.

If I get my act together (I am VERY tired), I will take a few pictures of the installation. More importantly, I will post a price list online as a blog entry and leave the URL at the gallery. There will be price lists there too but people accidentally take them.

I hope you will come. I am excited about the show. There are a few loose ends. There is a short looped movie my brother and I did. I would like to incorporate that into the show but am not sure how. There will also be a kind of a book that is a cross between a catalogue and a collaged artist’s book. I haven’t really done that yet. Good night.

She Lands on her Feet

May 23, 2015June 12, 2015 | Lynne McIlvride

I am not in control of this creative process. Not really. I seem to be coming to a comical conclusion to the tornado tragedy. My constructed paintings of cats are no longer sleeping, but catapulted. The cat falls headfirst, fighting against the gravity of the situation but if it twists a certain way, it will land on its feet. The evolution of a metaphor appears to be inevitable in hindsight and totally unexpected in real time.

2015-05-21 22.48.42 — Stage 2: knowing up from down

In Hounds of Love, Kate Bush sang, “…take my shoes off /and throw them in the lake/ and I’ll be two steps on the water.” Painting cats landing on their feet is an act of faith, among other things. Spinning in a tornado, I am not always convinced that I will land on my feet but I will go ahead and trust God and trust the creative process and my inner voice and make these crazy images and surely it’s like throwing my shoes on the water: not a shoe-in but a step in the right direction.

The tornado that turned into a cat:

May 10, 2015June 12, 2015 | Lynne McIlvride

Cats?! It was a cold winter. My studio is a short walk from my house. My little house is easy to heat: the high ceiling in my studio resists warmth. I spent most of the winter sidled up to my wood stove. I would look at the chair across from me to see my cat had the same idea. I soon found myself drawing him. It seemed silly at first but my cat is a tabby and as soon as I added colour to his stripes, I saw the connection between my cat and my tornados.

I drew him sleeping, curled into himself and there was another connection. He was like looking into the top of a tornado. And cats, as everyone knows, are bundles of energy waiting to leap. The more I drew him, the more I sensed he was a resting storm, a dormant tornado with muscles ready to cause havoc. The cat is, in a sense, a personified tornado and the answer to my tornado problem. A tornado signifies homelessness; a cat, more than anything, signifies home.

More cat paintings here.

Lynne McIlvride

May 3, 2015June 12, 2015 | Lynne McIlvride

Who am I and how did I get here? I have asked myself that question many times in the last two years. My name is Lynne Mcilvride. I have been an artist ever since I remember. I find speaking awkward: my first language is colour. (It’s a good line that has served me well.) A little background to explain tornados and cats: I have a new studio. No, let me back up. I had an old studio in a farmhouse and an old marriage in that same house. I was happy there until I was dumped like a dog out of a moving vehicle. I grieved. I was kept sane by my friends, my faith and my art. For those of you who have followed my work, you will not be surprised by what happened next: I kept painting using new metaphors. My art has always been personal, autobiographical, symbolic, expressive. A tornado soon appeared in a dream and it started a huge series that has not completely spun out. Here is my artist statement I have reused a few times:

Spin

Weather is such a powerful metaphor for human emotion. And that writhing weather monster, the tornado, is a particularly apt way of describing the trauma, the fury, the intensity of loss. It’s hard not to take a tornado personally: it gets to the point by narrowing down and strikes a specific spot. It comes out of the blue. We don’t know what hit us. We are caught in a whirlwind of emotion. Everything is up in the air. There is no emergency plan for these twists of fate.

To put a positive spin on it, a tornado (that snaking shape-shifter) is just energy. It makes a long-winded metaphor that lasts and lasts because it wrecks and then absorbs whatever it touches down on. What starts out as an emblem of emotional devastation contorts into an expression of fury and then is reborn as a metaphor for unstoppable creativity, play, and passion. Like the flowering cross, can it become a cornucopia? Blooming tornados! Elijah goes to heaven, Dorothy goes to Oz, one thing for certain is we are pulled out of our orbit and dropped in a different place, undone.