{"id":472,"date":"2015-03-19T23:24:40","date_gmt":"2015-03-19T23:24:40","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/?p=472"},"modified":"2022-02-03T22:04:44","modified_gmt":"2022-02-03T22:04:44","slug":"where-have-you-been","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/where-have-you-been\/","title":{"rendered":"Where Have You Been?"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\">\u00a0<em><strong>&#8220;Where I was born and where and how I have lived is unimportant. <\/strong><\/em><em><strong>It is what I have done with where I have been that should be of interest&#8221;.\u00a0<\/strong> &#8211; Georgia O&#8217;Keeffe<strong><br \/>\n<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">In conjunction with my current exhibition <strong>COLOR<\/strong>|stories, I gave a talk last weekend about my work and process. One of the things I touched upon is how the many places my husband and I have lived have influenced my work, leaving an impression through color, composition, and subject.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">With that in mind, I thought it might be interesting to take a quick tour of the locales we&#8217;ve called home via representative examples that have resulted from a sense of each place.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px; text-align: justify;\"><strong>Maine: <\/strong>Having grown up on the coast of Maine, the Atlantic ocean is deeply imprinted: the smell of salt air, the varying blue\/grey\/green, the sound of the waves&#8230;<\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_473\" style=\"width: 322px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/03\/Seaglass.Blog_.jpg\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-473\" class=\"wp-image-473 size-full\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/03\/Seaglass.Blog_.jpg?resize=312%2C274\" alt=\"Seaglass.Blog\" width=\"312\" height=\"274\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/03\/Seaglass.Blog_.jpg?w=312&amp;ssl=1 312w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/03\/Seaglass.Blog_.jpg?resize=300%2C263&amp;ssl=1 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 312px) 100vw, 312px\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-473\" class=\"wp-caption-text\"><strong>Seaglass<\/strong>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a92002 Elizabeth Fram<\/p><\/div>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px; text-align: justify;\"><strong>Washington State:\u00a0 <\/strong>Recurrent visits to Pike Place Market resulted in many fish drawings and paintings.<strong><br \/>\n<\/strong><\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_474\" style=\"width: 426px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/03\/Fish-copy.jpg\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-474\" class=\"wp-image-474 size-full\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/03\/Fish-copy.jpg?resize=416%2C283\" alt=\"Fish copy\" width=\"416\" height=\"283\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/03\/Fish-copy.jpg?w=416&amp;ssl=1 416w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/03\/Fish-copy.jpg?resize=300%2C204&amp;ssl=1 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 416px) 100vw, 416px\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-474\" class=\"wp-caption-text\"><strong>Rockfish<\/strong>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a91986 Elizabeth Fram<\/p><\/div>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px; text-align: justify;\"><strong>Virginia:\u00a0 <\/strong>Most of the 10 months we lived in Virginia were so hot and humid that it seemed I barely ventured out of the air-conditioning. I made a series of clothes hanger drawings that year that were the direct result of so much time spent indoors.<\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_492\" style=\"width: 292px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/03\/HangersInSunlightBlog.jpg\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-492\" class=\"wp-image-492 size-full\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/03\/HangersInSunlightBlog.jpg?resize=282%2C232&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"HangersInSunlightBlog\" width=\"282\" height=\"232\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-492\" class=\"wp-caption-text\"><strong>Hangers in Sunlight<\/strong>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a91987 Elizabeth Fram<\/p><\/div>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px; text-align: justify;\"><strong>San Francisco:\u00a0 <\/strong>I can&#8217;t remember if this piece was inspired by the quilt I was making for our expected first baby &#8211; or the other way around. But it was at this time that I realized that pastel dust and pregnancy didn&#8217;t mix and I was going to have to find another way to make art.<strong><br \/>\n<\/strong><\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_476\" style=\"width: 255px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/03\/RedGeometric.Blog_.jpg\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-476\" class=\"wp-image-476 size-full\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/03\/RedGeometric.Blog_.jpg?resize=245%2C291&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"RedGeometric.Blog\" width=\"245\" height=\"291\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-476\" class=\"wp-caption-text\"><strong>Red Geometric with Arc\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/strong>\u00a91987 Elizabeth Fram<\/p><\/div>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px; text-align: justify;\"><strong>Hawaii:\u00a0 <\/strong>Sitting on a Hawaiian beach, how could one not be inspired by the expanse of sky and fluffy clouds stretching out forever over the clear, turquoise water?<strong><br \/>\n<\/strong><\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_477\" style=\"width: 426px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/03\/Lanikai.Blog_.jpg\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-477\" class=\"wp-image-477 size-full\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/03\/Lanikai.Blog_.jpg?resize=416%2C267\" alt=\"Lanikai.Blog\" width=\"416\" height=\"267\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/03\/Lanikai.Blog_.jpg?w=416&amp;ssl=1 416w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/03\/Lanikai.Blog_.jpg?resize=300%2C193&amp;ssl=1 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 416px) 100vw, 416px\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-477\" class=\"wp-caption-text\"><strong>Lanikai<\/strong>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a91994 Elizabeth Fram<\/p><\/div>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px; text-align: justify;\"><strong>Washington State, again:\u00a0 <\/strong>We were so happy to go back to Washington. The colors of the evergreens, Mount Rainier in the distance, and even the rain were all aspects we loved.<strong><br \/>\n<\/strong><\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_478\" style=\"width: 298px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/03\/FutileDreams.Blog_.jpg\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-478\" class=\"wp-image-478 size-full\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/03\/FutileDreams.Blog_.jpg?resize=288%2C317\" alt=\"FutileDreams.Blog\" width=\"288\" height=\"317\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/03\/FutileDreams.Blog_.jpg?w=288&amp;ssl=1 288w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/03\/FutileDreams.Blog_.jpg?resize=273%2C300&amp;ssl=1 273w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 288px) 100vw, 288px\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-478\" class=\"wp-caption-text\"><strong>Futile Dreams<\/strong>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a91996 Elizabeth Fram<\/p><\/div>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px; text-align: justify;\"><strong>Pennsylvania:\u00a0 <\/strong>While living in PA, I saw the Delaware River daily. Watching as it reflected varying qualities of light was a large part of its charm.<strong><br \/>\n<\/strong><\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_479\" style=\"width: 478px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/03\/FRAM.RivRefrac.jpg\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-479\" class=\"wp-image-479 size-full\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/03\/FRAM.RivRefrac.jpg?resize=468%2C291\" alt=\"FRAM.RivRefrac\" width=\"468\" height=\"291\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/03\/FRAM.RivRefrac.jpg?w=468&amp;ssl=1 468w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/03\/FRAM.RivRefrac.jpg?resize=300%2C187&amp;ssl=1 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 468px) 100vw, 468px\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-479\" class=\"wp-caption-text\"><strong>River Refraction<\/strong>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a92005 Elizabeth Fram<\/p><\/div>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\"><strong>Vermont: <\/strong>There is so much to love about Vermont. The seasons have such a huge impact on us here and add so much depth to the routine of the everyday. Fall&#8217;s mantel of russet and gold, covering unmown fields, is a showstopper.<strong><br \/>\n<\/strong><\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_480\" style=\"width: 586px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/03\/WhenBirdsFly.Blog_.jpg\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-480\" class=\"wp-image-480 size-full\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/03\/WhenBirdsFly.Blog_.jpg?resize=576%2C292\" alt=\"WhenBirdsFly.Blog\" width=\"576\" height=\"292\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/03\/WhenBirdsFly.Blog_.jpg?w=576&amp;ssl=1 576w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.elizabethfram.com\/Blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/03\/WhenBirdsFly.Blog_.jpg?resize=300%2C152&amp;ssl=1 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 576px) 100vw, 576px\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-480\" class=\"wp-caption-text\"><strong>When Birds Fly South<\/strong>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a92011 Elizabeth Fram<\/p><\/div>\n<p>While each locale may not be immediately apparent in these works without knowing the back story, when seen in this context I feel that these pieces, as a group, create something of a road map of our semi-nomadic life.<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s a worthwhile exercise to think about how the places in your life have affected your thought process and resulting work, don&#8217;t you think? 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