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Monday, April 4, 2011

Life in the window 3: Drawing to a Close


Cups of the Day #81
Blue Umbrella Cups by Gwyneth Leech
India ink on upcycled white paper coffee cup
Drawn in the studio window, March 2011

Monday morning. I am about to go to the Hypergraphia window at 215 West 38th Street for a final three days of drawing from 11:30 AM - 1:00 PM. Early Thursday morning I head to Boston for the 2011Transcultural Exchange Conference. The cups will still be on view until 5:30 PM Friday, April 8th, but my chair will be empty.

Cups drawn in the Hypergraphia window.

I am sipping my morning tea and considering the last five weeks. One of the most frequently asked questions has been "did you drink all that coffee yourself?"
Well, I drank from all the cups, but the truth is most of it was decaf. I love my morning cup of strong Scottish tea, and another cup in the afternoon. Otherwise, it is Barry's decaf tea or Celestial Seasonings herbal teas. When it comes to coffee, a decaf latte from a high end bistro at any time of day does the trick. If I deviate, I feel it in my hands and see it in my drawings.

Where does the city stop and the cups begin?

Another question has been "how has it changed your artwork?"I had to think about that. 
The drawings did change considerably during my weeks in the window. At first, I could only draw and paint spiral patterns. I felt like I was at the center of a maelstrom of coffee cups, people, traffic, and bright lights. Then, conversations with my art dealer Cheryl McGinnis and with visitors crept onto the cups. A daily salon shaped up in the shop space behind the window and I joined in through the door. A discussion about handwriting led to a set of calligraphic cups.

After a conversation about pets, I covered a cup with greyhounds. Then a set of turtles appeared, climbing on each others' backs, as they do in the turtle tank in the window of Lucoral, a gem store down 38th.

Turning heads on 38th Street

Eventually, my focus shifted out to the sidewalk and a whole week of rain led to a parade of drawings of people carrying umbrellas. Simple and gestural, these were very satisfying to do and connected me to the way it feels to draw while traveling. The greatest achievement is to retain the eyes of the traveler while in your own back yard!

Coffee break, surrounded by umbrella cups drawn in the window.

Was I performing in the window? No, I was just drawing and using the window space as my art studio for the run of the exhibition. Unlike performance artists who explore the limits of human endurance, my self-assigned task was to be as comfortable and productive as possible. I therefore felt free to engage with viewers through the plate glass window, or not, as the depth of my concentration dictated.

Ultimately, the window has been a haven - a protective bubble of glass surrounded by the weather and the ever changing, ever fascinating streetscape. Social, inspiring and surprisingly peaceful, I can't believe how much drawing I have done.

Now I have a question of my own; how will I go back to making art all by myself?
 

Cellphone photos and videos appeared regularly
on social media platforms, spreading the word.
Hope they were all flattering!

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Raining Coffee Cups: Time for a Refill


I gave a talk about my artwork over the weekend. After seeing a photograph of my drawings on cups, a man said to me, "Does this project have an environmental message? I hope not."
I was surprised, given that he is a science teacher.
"Only in the nicest possible way," I replied.

 Cup of the Day #78
Umbrella cup by Gwyneth Leech
India ink an Bic pen on upcyled paper coffee cup
Drawn in the window, March 21, 2011

Umbrella set by Gwyneth
India ink an Bic pen on upcyled paper coffee cups
Drawn in the window, March 21, 2011 

It is hard not to think about issues of over-consumption and consumer waste when surrounded by the results of my own small, daily act of buying hot drinks to go for over a year. Nearly 400 single use paper coffee cups is a lot to look at. I am now hyper-aware of the coffee cups I see everywhere in the city and know they aren't heading to recyling, but to landfills where they don't decompose because of their pesky polyethelene lining, the lining which allows them to hold hot drinks.

View from the Hypergraphia window
March 21, 2011

Yet I have grown fond of the sturdy paper cup. It has a history. Someone invented it in 1907, in my home state of Pennsylvania no less. And it even intersects with my family story, having first been used commercially on the Lackawanna and Western Railway. My great grandfather Alfred Fowler McCollum worked for Lackawanna at that very time, and since he was an inventor, I can imagine him being instrumental in the switch from communal water dippers to the newfangled but hygienic paper cup.

 View from the Hypergraphia window
March 21, 2011 

I decide that the least I can do is reuse some of my unadorned empties. One cup should last a few dozen times (not a patch on the travel mug which can be reused thousands of times, but I am not tempted to draw on those, yet). On the first attempt, at the deli, they take my proffered paper cup, throw it away and fill a new one. The second time, at Empire Coffee and Tea Company on 9th Avenue I specify reuse. They fill without comment, but give me a new plastic lid and coffee sleeve. All I need is another plastic lid! The third time I am at Guy and Gaillard on 38th. I ask for a cup of tea and hold out my empty paper cup. The man reaches under the counter and pulls out a new one.
"Please reuse my empty one," I say, still holding out my cup.
"Oh no," he says, "That's a cheap cup. No good. We have better cups, expensive - good plastic lining!"
He fills it and hands it over.
What can I do? I take yet another cup, pay and head out the door.

   View from the Hypergraphia window
March 19, 2011 

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Life in the Window: Inside the Hypergraphia Exhibition


Cup of the Day #76
Moebius Cup by Gwyneth Leech
March 10, 2011
India ink on pale yellow paper coffee cup

Forget the ladies of Amsterdam. In my chaste gray work clothes, people say I look more like Whistler's Mother. How about the fortune tellers scattered all around Hell's Kitchen? Those women sit in gilt chairs in their shallow window spaces waiting for people to come to them seeking the meaning of life. My grandmother taught me to read tea leaves and I have all these cups, so it is not a stretch.

 
The artist in the window
March 3rd, 2011
Copyright © Katherine Bourbeau

Then there is Marina Abramovic, sitting completely still, her hands idle, silently communicating with the public until she is exhausted beyond human endurance. Not me. I can leave my chair any time. With art materials around me and a cuppa at hand, I am completely comfortable  and content. I am just here to draw, the way I do in the studio, and see what people make of that. I wave politely when there is a knock on the glass and a thumbs up.

The window at 215 West 38th Street
draws a diverse crowd, March 10, 2011

Actually, people don't even notice me at first, so I get to see in their faces what they really think of my artwork. Generally, they register delight and surprise when they see the hundreds of cups filling the window, each one a unique drawing. On this gray Midtown side street the effect is surprising and it brings many to a standstill, clutching their brief cases and coffee cups. It is a privileged view the artist doesn't often get. "Did she draw all that shit?" Exclaimed a young man. Then seeing me, "wait, I mean that in a good way!"

 The artist's view from inside the window

There is an empty shop space behind the window gallery, through which I access the cup installation via a door. On this week day, during my 90 minutes of drawing the shop became very full. First came five art bloggers in a group, then Nancy Nikkal, an artist friend who blogs too. Cheryl McGinnis arrived with an art collector and a few minutes later, a drama student hurried in from NYU to interview me for an art essay between classes. At one point two random women from the Czech Republic wandered in off the street when the shop door was open and said, "We want you to learn to us". To top it off, as all of them gathered by the interior door to chat and take photos of me at work, John Haber, the esteemed art critic appeared outside on the sidewalk! It almost felt like a Sunday afternoon salon at Louise Bourgeois' house - but I am much, much nicer.

Informal Salon in the shop space
behind the window gallery
March 3, 2011
Photo by Katherine Bourbeau

I continue drawing in the window at 215 West 38th Street every Monday to Friday, 11:30 to 1:00 pm through Friday, April 1st.

I see you seeing me seeing you.
The artist in the window March 3, 2011
Copyright © Anne Finklestein