Katerina

Sometimes the best thing that can happen is when a tool stops working. My old Maslow CNC machine helped me create the wooden components for many of my sculptural paintings. It allowed me to move beyond the traditional canvas and explore forms that would have been difficult to create by hand. Recently, it stopped working, and after exploring possible fixes, it became clear that it was time for an upgrade. This time-lapse shows the assembly of my new QueenBee CNC machine. I sho

It began without a clear beginning. Not a moment of change, but a gentle noticing—something loosening, something asking for space. The form grew the way rivers do: not by choosing a direction, but by responding. To gravity. To resistance. To what was already there. Some surfaces carried patterns, echoes of structures learned long ago, like rules, habits, ways of holding oneself together. Others softened, releasing control, allowing the body of the form to adapt. The shapes le

Joy did not arrive all at once. It c ame in curves, in pauses, in sudden turns that almost looked like doubt. At first, it was a small pulse, quiet, spiraling inward as if protecting its own tenderness. From there, it began to move, stretching itself into ribbons of color and breath. Each bend remembered something: a moment of light, a shadow that once lingered longer than it should have, a decision made without knowing the outcome. The form learned to flow by listening. I

Once, there was a melody that couldn’t be heard—only felt. It wasn’t born from instruments or notes, but from lived moments, scattered thoughts, and quiet emotions that refused to line up neatly. These fragments carried weight, memory, and tension. Slowly, they began to gather. Some fragments were smooth and warm, like the memory of being held. Others were sharp, striped, and urgent, vibrating with movement. There was laughter embedded in certain forms, and deep silence press

In the quiet corners of our minds, where reality blurs and dreams unfold, lies a realm where truth takes on a different hue. Reality,...

In my studio, a canvas hangs—a testament to resilience and possibility. Its title whispers like a gentle breeze through the air: “Hope.”...

In my artistic journey, I've crafted a new piece called "Voyagers." This otherworldly vision takes shape on a 24"x18" canvas, brought to...

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Art has the remarkable ability to transport us to otherworldly realms, evoking emotions, memories, and sensations that defy the...

Elizabeth Murray was an artist who broke the rules. Born in 1940, Murray grew up surrounded by Chicago's vibrant art scene. She studied...

In a world often enamored by the allure of perfection and precision, the concept of imperfection in art and craftsmanship holds a unique...