‘boys’ and ‘girls’ lavatory doors. encaustic window pieces; mixed media, chalkboard paint, graphite pencil, chalkboard chalk, graphite powder, original hardware. 2011 Lou Messing
There are two inner doors installed in each lavatory door. There are two keys to open each lock. I have two keys and the other two are locked in the door adjacent to it. This represents the potential we all have as children and the need for cooperation/collaboration to open up to each other as we all grow.
One week to go! Habitat extended the work time for the doors by a week, thankfully.
H4H progress, originally uploaded by loumessing.
Habitat extended the work time by a week; which is perfect. This image shows the doors at about 65% complete, maybe more.
The time when the truth itself was suffused with ruminations and rumors of ruminations to a degree that effectually rendered even loosely- alleged facts beyond recognition after landing akimbo on either side of accusation and defense in an unfortunately timed letdown resulting in a dustup over a mixup in meetup (It’s complicated).
copyright 2011 Lou Messing. encaustic on panel, found objects
I was recently selected to participate in Habitat for Humanity’s inaugural door art auction! Check it out!
boysgirls door, originally uploaded by loumessing.
Ash found the perfect base for the habitat piece! We went down to the Rio Grand location and found these cool restroom doors from a school. They’re heavy!
They instantly send you back in time; you can hear the children running through these doors. You can see the industrial tiled lavatory inside. You can smell and feel the gritty hand soap.
What else reminds you of school? Can you tell me what you remember from an early moment? It could become a part of the finished piece. You can submit your memory here, on my blog.
cowpuncher
cowpuncher finished, originally uploaded by loumessing.I recently read an article about the cowboys of early 20th century America and thought about the progression of all types of people literally roughshod over the west. I remember listening to stories from my grandfather and days of the Old West; how very hard it was to live. I remembered asking why we were allowed to live there, if someone else lived there before. Something about ‘divine right’ always was mumbled back.
The (in)balance of being wiped clean over and over again. Sometimes the wheel rides you, sometimes you ride the wheel.
mommy’s little girl (cut the cord)
Copyright 2006 Lou Messing all rights reserved. 40″ x 30″ oil encaustic with graphite and vellum on glass
