Marilyn Gabel

 

Marilyn Gabel

[img src=http://gicleeofnewengland.com/wp-content/flagallery/marilyn-gabel/thumbs/thumbs_look-homeward-for-web_0.jpg]1630Look Homeward....
[img src=http://gicleeofnewengland.com/wp-content/flagallery/marilyn-gabel/thumbs/thumbs_portal-to-peace_0.jpg]440Portal to Peace
[img src=http://gicleeofnewengland.com/wp-content/flagallery/marilyn-gabel/thumbs/thumbs_rockcenter_0.jpg]410Rockcenter Rocks II
[img src=http://gicleeofnewengland.com/wp-content/flagallery/marilyn-gabel/thumbs/thumbs_rockcenterrocks-1_0.jpg]380Rockcenter Rocks I
[img src=http://gicleeofnewengland.com/wp-content/flagallery/marilyn-gabel/thumbs/thumbs_thailand-dream-for-web_0.jpg]350Thailand Dream
[img src=http://gicleeofnewengland.com/wp-content/flagallery/marilyn-gabel/thumbs/thumbs_through-the-looking-glass-1_0.jpg]440Through the Looking Glass
[img src=http://gicleeofnewengland.com/wp-content/flagallery/marilyn-gabel/thumbs/thumbs_tiffany-towers_0.jpg]400Tiffany Towers
[img src=http://gicleeofnewengland.com/wp-content/flagallery/marilyn-gabel/thumbs/thumbs_tuscany-mont-alto-for-web_0.jpg]370Tuscany Mont Alto
[img src=http://gicleeofnewengland.com/wp-content/flagallery/marilyn-gabel/thumbs/thumbs_urban-stonehenge-ifor-web_0.jpg]370Urban Stonehenge I
[img src=http://gicleeofnewengland.com/wp-content/flagallery/marilyn-gabel/thumbs/thumbs_urban-stonehenge-ii-for-web_0.jpg]220Urban Stonehenge II
[img src=http://gicleeofnewengland.com/wp-content/flagallery/marilyn-gabel/thumbs/thumbs_wave-hill-for-web.jpg]230Wave Hill Reflecting Pool

Artist’s Statement

My passion for the arts and conceptual visualization was realized in the 1960s on the return trips from New York City to my home in Springfield MA. A day in the city included studio classes with the
inspirational teachers of the abstract expressionist movement and lingering hours in the Madison Avenue galleries exhibiting their work. Each
painting, strikingly filled with spontaneity and
gesture, was a breath of fresh air, a fleeting moment filled with color, light and luminous space.
Fragments of Now – recent works inspired by this memory and the double exposures from a period of experimental photography – are assemblages of air, shards of light and reflections. The images are woven together with the dried flowers and weeds of my garden cascading through translucent
architectural forms, the concrete and the ephemeral life forces of nature. My universe encompases
fleeting clouds, the wind blown seeds of next spring’s garden and the whispering mists that renew the mysticism of our inner lives. Viewers have told me that Fragments of Now – abstracted from a storehouse of memories and feelings – evoke the elemental joy of dream-like moments when the spirit soars to an epiphany of revelation, the foundation of worlds we can only imagine and those we wish to revisit.

My passion for the arts and conceptual visualization was realized in the 1960s on the return trips from New York City to my home in Springfield MA. A day in the city included studio classes with the inspirational teachers of the abstract expressionist movement and lingering hours in the Madison Avenue galleries exhibiting their work. Each painting, strikingly filled with spontaneity and gesture, was a breath of fresh air, a fleeting moment filled with color, light, and luminous space.

Fragments of Now – recent works inspired by this memory and the double exposures from a period of experimental photography – are assemblages of air, shards of light, and reflections. The images are woven together with the dried flowers and weeds of my garden cascading through translucent architectural forms, the concrete and the ephemeral life forces of nature. My universe encompasses fleeting clouds, the wind blown seeds of next spring’s garden and the whispering mists that renew the mysticism of our inner lives. Viewers have told me that Fragments of Now – abstracted from a storehouse of memories and feelings – evoke the elemental joy of dream-like moments when the spirit soars to an epiphany of revelation, the foundation of worlds we can only imagine and those we wish to revisit.

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