©Angie Mason 'Nose Party' 1996 Water color and Color Pencil
2.25.2006
'Nose Party' Circa 1996 from the art'chives ^___^
10 years old this one is...holy crap how time goes by mega fast!
©Angie Mason 'Nose Party' 1996 Water color and Color Pencil
©Angie Mason 'Nose Party' 1996 Water color and Color Pencil
2.23.2006
Magic Mind - A silly funny cute old poem of sorts I had written a long time ago...
Magic Mind
Magic is in all of us
No wands, smoke or mirrors
are needed to fuss
Forget about rabbits
jumping from hats
Or floating while
sawing someone in half
Magic beans and magic tricks
Never helped me worth a lick
In fact they all should be a crime
When all they do is waste your time
This I tell you is all true
you can't get home
with the click of your shoe
But you can make it
with some sense
By using your
intelligence
Learning is magic
when you see something new
Just like the time
when you first tied your shoe
Things that were foggy
become crystal clear
No thanks to a genie
that never was there
It came from inside your magical place
Your brain which is hidden behind your face!
© -Angie Mason 1998
An old illustration of mine....
Magic is in all of us
No wands, smoke or mirrors
are needed to fuss
Forget about rabbits
jumping from hats
Or floating while
sawing someone in half
Magic beans and magic tricks
Never helped me worth a lick
In fact they all should be a crime
When all they do is waste your time
This I tell you is all true
you can't get home
with the click of your shoe
But you can make it
with some sense
By using your
intelligence
Learning is magic
when you see something new
Just like the time
when you first tied your shoe
Things that were foggy
become crystal clear
No thanks to a genie
that never was there
It came from inside your magical place
Your brain which is hidden behind your face!
© -Angie Mason 1998
An old illustration of mine....
2.21.2006
2.16.2006
Miracle House Hoax
The Miracle House Hoax ::
Memories of a Childhood Gone Awry
Angie Mason
In The Beginning :
I remember moving into my childhood home when I was 4 years old. It was a humble little house that was quite a sloppy mess set back in the woods with a genuine swamp right in the back yard. This house with its shabby shingles and wobbly worn out frame stood dingey and lopsided greeting us like a neglected abandoned orphan. We embraced it like infertile parents wanting a child so desperately. We worked feverishly and halfassedly to transform this heap into a home as quickly as we possibly could cause we had livin' to do in that house. Soon the first miracle took place, the once spent piece of trash had now turned into a quaint little gem complete with an eagle center piece on the front of the roof. This was no house this was home.
This home was soon dubbed the Miracle House by my overly religious father,Vinnie, an irish - american indian with a drinking habit and a gambling problem conviently enough and who also happens to be a born again. Well Vinnie went and found himself a nice looking piece of driftwood and painted a sign, which read "The Miracle House" in neatly yet dripping white enamel paint which he then varnished. He proceeded to then nail this home made sign of good faith so it shined like a jewel hung high out of reach to the big tree, which seemed to guard the front of our home, keyword being seemed.
Now coming from a cramped up apartment that supposedly was haunted according to my mother, well this new home was like a castle which I was ready to claim my deserved title - the princess of The Miracle House. I was glad to get away from that pesky air conditioner in that old apartment anyway since I swore at the time it kept waking me up in the middle of the night. I swear dreams seem so real when you are a child and when I was like 3 or 4 I swore my air conditioner would glow red in the middle of the night and call to me saying I belonged to Satan and I would do his work for him.... But that is a whole different story all together... funny thing, kids with their dreams ain't it.
Life was starting to look good for the Mason family or at least things seemed to look good. In the beginning, I was simply starting a new life in this super cool new home that had a huge yard just right for playing. Time was spent on the important tasks of a princess such as: tag games, tennis baseball and of course a good rifle chase game complete with a 'Planet of The Apes' mask while wearing a ballerina tutu with sneakers and bright red tights. Yup life seemed like it was pretty good, keyword being seemed.
To be continued.
2.07.2006
House Broken - A Solo Show with all new work by ANGIE MASON
House Broken: New Works By Angie Mason
FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE:ARTIST STATEMENT
HOUSE BROKEN - A Solo Exhibition of New Works By ANGIE MASON
Opens This May 2006 at ArtStar Gallery,Philadelphia,PA.
Opening Reception Saturday May 20,2006
Show Runs through June 25th,2006
The idea of home is within all of us, be it the home
we long for or the home we yearn to escape. Regardless
of our individual experiences, each of us journeys
through life to discover the safety, love and warmth
that a true home provides. Inevitably we face our own
personal fears and struggles along the way, becoming
damaged in the process- but loss and pain occasionally
must be the material from which we build.
A true home is found within oneself. Our memories,
feelings, and experiences are the inhabitants of our
selves, dwelling within us to provide the comfort we
seek. In life we must learn how to construct our home
so that we may comfortably live within ourselves.
Like any house, we endure our personal storms, and
like any house, we become broken. But we can withstand
even the most severe damage, persevering against loss
and pain time and again by clinging to the comfort and
love for our home.
I myself have come from a broken home, uprooted many
times throughout my youth, no stranger to hardship and
loss. Though the journey was difficult, I have found
my home. The dichotomy of House Broken is at once a
struggle of confrontation as well as a celebration of
my homecoming.
Built and broken through loss and pain, love and
comfort, I have created this place for myself. I call
it home. I have been House Broken; I am House Broken.
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