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Janice Hathaway’s book for the exhibition Liquid Solaris

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A book, Janice Hathaway, was published as part of her Liquid Solaris exhibition. This bilingual English and Spanish book has an introduction by Natalia Fernandez, a preface and essays by LaDonna Smith, Davey Williams, Laurens Vancrevel, Marcia Morse, and Franklin Rosemont and a “Why/because” game by Merl Fluin and Paul Cowdell. Ruurdje Laarhoven wrote a biography that includes photographs from the early Raudelunas years, dance photographs of Sylvia Toffel, early TransMuseq photographs and current photos of surrealist colleagues.

The book includes two essays by Janice Hathaway. One essay is a step-by-step explanation of her digital process with “screen shots” of the steps, and the second is about how she makes her photo-collages. This essay begins in the 1980s with work made from hand-colored photographic paper, and continues through the development of her digital photo-collage process that she uses today.

There are fifty-two color photo-collages starting with work from 1980s and continuing with a sequence of her photo-collages demonstrating the collage approach ending with her current digital photo-collages.

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Janice Hathaway’s Exhibition Liquid Solaris in Santiago de Compostela Spain

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Janice Hathaway was invited to exhibit her Surrealist collage at The Eugenio Granell Fundación in Santiago de Compostela Spain from May 26 – July 10 2016. Granell’s daughter, Executive Director Natalia Fernandez, extended the invitation as part of a year of women Surrealist exhibitions in honor of her mother and Granell’s wife Amparo Segarra.

Eugenio Granell was the last Spanish Surrealist of the early Surrealist movement. The Eugenio Granell Fundación is the only museum in the world dedicated exclusively to the movement. The Eugenio Granell Fundación opened in 1995 in his home town of Santiago de Compostela and holds 600 of Granell’s paintings along with works by Picabia, Duchamp, Man Ray and Breton and now two photo-collages by Janice Hathaway.

Janice met with the staff from The Eugenio Granell Fundación before the exhibition to discuss framing and the exhibition installation. On the day of the opening, an interview was held in the gallery. The interview was in Spanish so the questions and answers were translated. The Eugenio Granell Fundación board members, staff and the Galician community attended the opening reception.

My drummer is my conscious

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For Paul Cowell,
September 21, 2014

Collage by Janice Hathaway

My drummer is my conscious

My drummer is my conscious
Floating silently along a bed of roses.
Good morning sweetie, it’s going to be a glorious day,
Skinned with a rough bark-like substance impervious to weather.
Because of gun shots and thunder
Once the sound of my drum catches their attention they cannot keep their feet on the ground,
giving rise to the notion of the flying dog.

A large swan that uses her beak to drum.
I was in seventh heaven when my drummer found me.
Ringing, rat-a-tat-ting with little fluttering notes that fade away slowly.
The horrors of the war, the whispers of the leaves, the roll of the waves.
Their hearing is so astute they can hear the smallest flutters as a shout for attention.
When pinned down and catapulted off into the night sky.

 

The Charge

By Collective writing, Davey Williams, Janice Hathaway, Johnny Williams, LaDonna Smith No Comments

discharging melon seeds to miners
whose eye balls dilate with darkness. Chimpanzee historians
recite stanzas until ting tong tones tell tales of the aftermath of digestive organs
as if there were worms crawling about.
Meanwhile, belts of bells, bullets, boxes…bobby pins, bags…
An excellent debacle ensues
Sancoset series given a name
On the ashes of imagined signs
In the lethargy of firm ropes of “miracle gro”
We sprout hearing buds and exercises of listening.
There are fragments of rose thorns and crystal reflections on your face
You have touched and been touched by the loud chorus of artifact,
a scattered memory with legs and floating in steel.
Random tongues of razors and mortar
Gave a lingering presence like perfum
Leaning towards golf with loose fitted coral balls.

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