by Robin Brooks | Oct 18, 2021 | Notes from the Studio
Art from Teabags–An Inspiring Collaboration I have been enjoying meeting the members of SLMM, the Society for Layerists in Multi-Media at our weekly Zoom calls. The collaborations offered by SLMM have been inspiring and fun, leading me to explore new materials...
by Robin Brooks | Oct 1, 2021 | Notes from the Studio, Stories of Our Foremothers, Uncategorized
An Interview with the Artist In the interview with Keith Spiro, I speak about my inspiration for the Foremothers Project and how I got started gathering Foremothers stories from other people in the community. I talk about my motivation as an artist and what I hope to...
by Robin Brooks | Sep 27, 2021 | Notes from the Studio, Stories of Our Foremothers, Uncategorized
Stories of Our Foremothers: New Work by Robin Brooks opens virtually at Curtis Library My exhibit entitled “Foremothers and Others” will open at Curtis Library’s Morrell Meeting Room virtual exhibit space is on display through October, 2021. Almost...
by Robin Brooks | Aug 26, 2021 | Notes from the Studio, Stories of Our Foremothers, Uncategorized
In this post I document the process of painting of The Friendship Club. This painting is part of my Foremothers Project. https://robinbrooksart.com/figure-collage/ My painting of The Friendship Club shows a group of Jewish elders including my Great Aunt Fannie along...
by Robin Brooks | Jul 30, 2021 | Notes from the Studio, Uncategorized
Making collage with tea bags is something I had not done before. But recycling is part of my ethos, and I love the resonance of tea. Working with tea bags evoked a sense of shared experience as I recalled savoring a warm cup of tea with a friend. Tea also relates to...
by Robin Brooks | Jul 23, 2021 | Notes from the Studio, Stories of Our Foremothers
A Poem about Memory: The Foremothers The Foremothers On the wings of a butterfly, on a feather’s breath of memory, their stories, their spirits resonate. I see these women, my ancestors, with their courage, humor, and tenacity. In my mind I can taste their...
