{"id":806,"date":"2015-05-11T11:59:34","date_gmt":"2015-05-11T15:59:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ageculturehumanities.org\/WP\/?p=806"},"modified":"2016-09-22T14:55:39","modified_gmt":"2016-09-22T18:55:39","slug":"sue-kreitzman","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ageculturehumanities.org\/WP\/sue-kreitzman\/","title":{"rendered":"Assemblages"},"content":{"rendered":"\n\t\t<style type=\"text\/css\">\n\t\t\t#gallery-1 {\n\t\t\t\tmargin: auto;\n\t\t\t}\n\t\t\t#gallery-1 .gallery-item {\n\t\t\t\tfloat: left;\n\t\t\t\tmargin-top: 10px;\n\t\t\t\ttext-align: center;\n\t\t\t\twidth: 50%;\n\t\t\t}\n\t\t\t#gallery-1 img {\n\t\t\t\tborder: 2px solid #cfcfcf;\n\t\t\t}\n\t\t\t#gallery-1 .gallery-caption {\n\t\t\t\tmargin-left: 0;\n\t\t\t}\n\t\t\t\/* see gallery_shortcode() in wp-includes\/media.php *\/\n\t\t<\/style>\n\t\t<div id='gallery-1' class='gallery galleryid-806 gallery-columns-2 gallery-size-thumbnail'><dl class='gallery-item'>\n\t\t\t<dt class='gallery-icon landscape'>\n\t\t\t\t<a href='https:\/\/ageculturehumanities.org\/WP\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/05\/sue-K1.jpg' title=\"\" data-rl_title=\"\" class=\"rl-gallery-link\" data-rl_caption=\"\" data-rel=\"lightbox-gallery-1\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" src=\"https:\/\/ageculturehumanities.org\/WP\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/05\/sue-K1-150x150.jpg\" class=\"attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail\" alt=\"\" \/><\/a>\n\t\t\t<\/dt><\/dl><dl class='gallery-item'>\n\t\t\t<dt class='gallery-icon landscape'>\n\t\t\t\t<a href='https:\/\/ageculturehumanities.org\/WP\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/05\/Sue-K2.jpg' title=\"\" data-rl_title=\"\" class=\"rl-gallery-link\" data-rl_caption=\"\" data-rel=\"lightbox-gallery-1\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" src=\"https:\/\/ageculturehumanities.org\/WP\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/05\/Sue-K2-150x150.jpg\" class=\"attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail\" alt=\"\" \/><\/a>\n\t\t\t<\/dt><\/dl><br style=\"clear: both\" \/>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\n<p>I am in my mid-seventies. I live for color and I live for art. I live, breathe, dream and wear it.<\/p>\n<p>All of my life, even when I was deep in a successful cookery writing and broadcasting career, I harbored an extreme passion for color and for\u00a0folk and tribal\u00a0art of all kinds. I have collected (from childhood on) hoards of fascinating junk; my homes were always Technicolor, clashing and cluttered, and my clothes were eccentric, bright and lively, sometimes to the point of actual weirdness. I loved art, but constantly lamented the fact that I had no talent for it. But about eighteen years ago, a metaphorical bolt of lightening struck, and I suddenly and mysteriously stopped\u00a0cooking and started making art. I simply burst into art&#8211;much like bursting into flames. With no warning at all, I turned into another person entirely. Was it a visitation, a gift from the universe, a psychotic break . . . who knows?\u00a0 I blame it on the menopause&#8211;one of the best things that ever happened to me.<\/p>\n<p>My work celebrates life, love, death, and hormones. I concern myself with the female landscape.<\/p>\n<p>I fashion assemblages from found objects and old and distressed dolls or mannequins, and I paint female goddesses and heroines on wood, then embellish them with more found objects. It all bursts with color, overexcitement, and feminine glory. Our lives are surrounded by the detritus of past times. Searching out this stuff is like mining for gold. I spend half my life looking for \u201cstuff,\u201d and the other half making it into art. It is a joyful way to live, and keeps me young . . . and sane.<\/p>\n<p>I have always been interested in wearing color, fascinating jewelry, handmade things, unusual things, even when I had little money, and even before I mysteriously turned into an artist. The current style, the passing fads were always anathema to me.<\/p>\n<p>I regard myself as a work of art to be assembled anew each day. My clothes and jewelry are all one-off pieces and works of art. Lauren Shanley and Diane Goldie make my art jackets and kimonos, often using fabrics I have collected, or imagery I have created. I make my own jewelry or it is made for me, often using my own found materials. When I sashay out into the world, I am wrapped in art&#8211;a one-woman collage.<\/p>\n<p>My style of dressing and my manner of art making are influenced by tribal art, Mexican and Haitian folk art, religious iconography, outsider art, graffiti, kitsch of all kinds. And, of course, color.<\/p>\n<p>I never feel like an \u201cold lady.\u201d Elderly&#8211;who . . . me?<\/p>\n<p>I have a purpose in life and deep passions.<\/p>\n<p>I make art, and I curate shows that exhibit and glorify the work of other artists, young and old, who work far outside the margins of the conventional art world, and I curate <em>myself<\/em>, every day of my life.<\/p>\n<p>Growing \u201cold\u201d&#8211;marching forward in time&#8211;is an adventure and a privilege; I feel lucky every moment of my life.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I am in my mid-seventies. I live for color and I live for art. 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