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  • Hooray! Its time for our January exhibition! Let's see what our artist Anisa has in store for us in her own words!

  • S.Dot Gallery is pleased to present "Source- A Story Woven from Poems, Images and Time" Many many thanks to Stephanie Rond for the opportunity to share art and for sharing her time and space with us. Stephanie is pure love.

  • Hi, I'm Anisa; these are my friends, from left to right, Katerina Harris, me, with the puppeteer hands, Tyler Bohm, Sandhya Kochar and Stephanie behind the camera. Many more friends contributed to this art show and I've credited them by name under images to follow. I am a poet, writer and artist and, much of the work I do is about intersections - visuals and writing, the fleeting and the tangible, seeing and listening, the comfortable and the bizarre, self and other... much of my work is about encouraging the art of those around me, seeing what emerges, how we play together and alone. This is one of those moments where we can play with and pay attention to the smallest details and let go of time...many thanks to my friends who went on this journey together.

  • When a Poet Speaks of Home they speak of the self the places they sit still, the shelves on which they store what they know, the spaces where they feel, the doors they open and the windows, the windows of light. -a.

  • What shall we eat? When shall we eat? If I am in love, love I will feed you, my love I learned to love from my mother and no one left her kitchen hungry. -a. Sandhya and I went crazy over the tiny food things Stephanie has collected over time- teeny-tiny teabags, super-tiny cupcakes!

  • I played in a house by a river while my father with his dragon beard, flaming eyes and fiery breath of words asked, "How long will you stay in the world of make-believe?" this cloud of steam, a memory that flashes back to an adult me, follows me down stream... until many years later, I build a new home by the ocean and know the answer, "Forever, pappa, forever." -a.

  • It begins after it has already begun... from the soul of a woman who weaves the sunlight into a dream, when she sings, the world awakens, in her belly, her voice, her hands, she carries a new light. -a.

  • The Thread What I hold in my hands takes shape I can be here for what emerges from within a link, a tether, the act of time becoming time -a. 'Clay Yarn' sculpture by Sandhya Kochar

  • The Room Where We Make The light is a yellow ball of yarn sewing itself into a fabric that spills many colors onto the walls of a page in time where I nourish the soul and soother its demons by a window of light grows a potted plant and leads me to other dimensions bring the sweet into the corners where I sit and let it all flow -a.

  • How I Love/Little Devil When there was light and dark I knew nothing could be broken in two not the way our eyes meet or the way we know what we know. -a. 'How I Love' drawing by Anisa Gandevivala 'Little Devil' sculpture by Tyler Bohm

  • Every Woman is A Bubble A plane of existence held by the tension of a thin film around air, rising, rising to the sun, up, up, up then ...pop! -a. 'Alternate Universes Outside My Window' sculpture by Stephanie Rond and Sandhya Kochar

  • Soothe Art is a captured moment, trap of time on a page, hashmark of memories, a counting of what can't be named; like that time you picked up a comb and ran it through my weeping hair. -a. 'Red Geography/Soothe' drawing by Anisa Gandevivala

  • Shadow of a Black Cat in a Witch's Home I don't know I until a solid wall is an opaque mirror I see my ghost in; a trick of light when it falls between dimensions and reminds me this body is the sole destiny, the soul's destiny is here and now. -a. Stephanie's cats, Dot and Dorrie show up in the most unexpected times and spaces, time and space, time and space...

  • The Yarn Makes A Cage From Which The Bird Frees Itself At the end of the making, which is the beginning of the made, what I mean is the circle hinges off into a three-dimensional tangent and becomes a spiral, a spinning of nature that can't be denied, the spirit of the living, the voice, the song, the essence, a wing, the wisp, a whisper of life. -a. Sandhya and I made the pulley contraption that allows the birdcage and its free occupant to visit any room of this fantasy.

  • Kat and Ty are making mini-clay sculptures to continue the story of this fantasy. Many thanks to Dana Lynn Harper who introduced me to Sculpey Clay and facilitated workshops for friends. P.S. we were so into this activity, we didn't want to leave...

  • The Room of Dusk and Dawn Strange how entities find a way to each other, how we give them names and separate them - water and light, rain and river, stars and night. Strange how you can predict the mood of a thunderstorm from the velvet of the sky. Strange how the soul allows its edges to fray ...giving color to the dark. -a.

  • Every poem about electricity was written by someone in love. When I put my pen to paper I make static, I make the light that shocked a dead tree out of a bell jar, I try to capture the light and make it my lifeblood. -a. 'Wayward Tree' sculpture by Sandhya Kochar 'Static' drawing by Anisa Gandevivala

  • A thunderstorm feels like a thunderstorm most at midnight when the fist opens and in its grip you find a flower, its petals already wet. -a. 'Light Storm' sculpture by Anisa Gandevivala 'Midnight Lotus' sculpture by Katerina Harris

  • 'Bless me with a thousand suns' sculpture by Anisa Gandevivala Medium- 1000 pinpricks on black acrylic coated paper held up to light, modified Indian blessing for married daughters who are blessed with a 1000 sons at their wedding.

  • If we stay awake from dusk till dawn to watch the light travel across the face of the earth, if we could just sit here in love and watch the starlight and the moonlight dance... if...if we were truly here. -a. 'Split Heart' sculpture by Katerina Harris 'Three Points Make a Plane' drawing by Anisa Gandevivala

  • The night wants to tell you about everything that's broken, but it reminds you of the pieces ... the parts of the whole you notice in the lowest light, -a. 'Soul Scatter' sculpture by Anisa Gandevivala

  • The Room of Light and Time First, we tried to make a rigid gallery, a cascade of ideas in blocks, but the weird art wouldn't fit on it. Then we made a circle, a story that goes round and round and someone put in a unicorn horn for a hand and called it a clock. -a. Sculptures around the clock-face, starting from the '6' mark- 'Cochlea/I'm listening' 'Torque' 'Strip Cheese' 'Eye Mountain' 'Phoenix' (Katerina Harris) 'Space Nubs' 'Ouroburos' 'Squat Lotus'

  • Light wants to show you the trick of your eye; when one star shines, the others shy away. -a. 'Shift/Safe' drawing by Anisa Gandevivala 'Torque', 'Strip Cheese', 'Eye Mountain' sculptures by Anisa Gandevivala

  • Love is half of a sweet pill, a universe and a lonely planet spinning into focus, or out of; it pastes its dreams onto the sky, saying, 'look, look, you can reach them...' -a. 'Sweet Pill/Lonely Planet' sculpture by Stephanie Rond

  • 'Bless me with a thousand suns' sculpture by Anisa Gandevivala Medium: 1000 dots with color pen on plain paper, modified Indian blessing for married daughters on their wedding day 'Blessing for a thousand sons'

  • We are waiting for the light to show itself, let us know it's morning; dawn is not a break in the horizon, but a turn to look at ourselves. -a. 'When I Wake' watercolor by Anisa Gandevivala

  • The sun rises and the glint licks the tops of everything we've erected, catches fire, a thirst for the rain, dawn's first sip of water wasn't the salty ocean. -a. 'Little City' sculpture by Anisa Gandevivala (made at workshop by Dana Lynn Harper)

  • Seeing upon seeing, the bird climbs a mountain of eyes, it tries, it flies, then burns, the sun makes ashes everything cries and dies when a new bird is to rise. -a. 'Eye Mountain' sculpture by Anisa Gandevivala 'Phoenix' sculpture by Katerina Harris

  • Light courses through fingers I feel everything these hands create the definition the condition the matrix of separation of you from me -a. 'Space Nubs' sculpture by Anisa Gandevivala

  • Let's check out the downstairs...

  • Bookshelf, mini-books and sculptures painstakingly arranged by Stephanie Rond

  • Where We Meet is where we make love, your words inter-twine with mine and images fall from our lips like the colors of a Magritte sunset, if he ever made one. We are telling a lie. We will know the truth, only one truth, this one. -a. 'Parody' (L) drawing by Anisa Gandevivala

  • Parody-Pantomime-Pirouette Let's dance as if the sun split into colors and came to grace our cups, let me sip you, then drink me, swallow me whole, take every part of this body as yours because nothing is mine and we belong -a. 'Pantomime', 'Pirouette' drawings by Anisa Gandevivala

  • 'Anonymous' Poem by Tyler Bohm Anisa says I can write a poem but I think she greatly overestimates my writing abilities - Anonymous We wrote poems on blinds! So fun!

  • Doing-Being-Gone After the doing is done, when the being has begun, divulge the secret of these criss-cross fingers- these frayed ribbons, how they have already given you threads when you thought them gone. -a. 'Coming Undone' sculpture by Anisa Gandevivala

  • I've been making, collecting and assembling work for this show for some months, friends have made me many tiny gifts- this set of miniature books is from Tyler, I hide them in his lunch box with a poem or drawing and he makes one for me..we go back and forth, it's so fun. If you stop by, take a peek inside!

  • Much of the work I do and the art I make is from interactive experiences- I write 2 min poems at fairs or street corners and give them away, I host workshops where unexpected things occur, I host impromptu dance parties... etc. This fun idea was conceived when Sandhya gifted me the tiny yellow book last year and Tyler got me miniature color pencils ...everywhere I went, I asked friends to make something in the book-- you are welcome to make something in it too. It is a collection of our moments in making. The Yellow Book has work by Katerina Harris, Louise Robertson, Geoff Anderson, Katherine Lin, Mathias Jackson, Afifa Hanafiah, Courtney Alexander, Hemalatha Venkatraman and many more friends

  • Clockwise from top L 'Submarine Fingers' Katerina H 'Orchid' Anisa G 'Flame' Tyler B 'Knob' Katerina H

  • Stephanie's 'mouse' makes an appearance!

  • Mirror I was once where you could see yourself through my eye you could live or die ... the world would spin again and again at the helm of a question -a. 'No/Yes' sculpture by Tyler Bohm

  • 'The Nest' assorted sculptures by the group

  • Where We Stay is home now wherever you are is home now wherever I am is home now -a.

  • 'Water Fire Earth' assorted sculptures

  • Meditation in a Blanket how it folds this body is a fluid thing no legs, no arms, no face, no eyes, no lips I am the dream within your dream, every unrequited seed falling to its destiny; you made me warp time, you made me time, you made me lose every sense of what it is to be. -a. 'Blanket' sculpture by Anisa Gandevivala

  • 'Inside Outside' Poem on blinds by Anisa Gandevivala

  • Soul of shifting sand, the way I feel when we meet and every color lights up in me. -a. 'Amoebic Soul' watercolor by Anisa G

  • I want you to think the way you don't I want you to see what you don't I want you to be who you are -a. 'Climb/Fall' twin sculpture by Katerina H and Anisa G

  • A mysterious stranger lurks in a corner of my heart I want to open the pages of my eyes to see -a. 'Open Book' sculpture by Katerina Harris 'I am a blind, I cannot see' Poem by Katerina Harris

  • In my culture, we don't say goodbye, we say, come again...

  • Love it when there are outdoor sculptures. 'I Build Outside Myself' sculpture by Sandhya K

  • Tyler, Kat, Sandhya, Stephanie, Dot and Dorrie (and every one who contributed) - thank you for this from the depths of my soul.

  • Hooray! Its time for our January exhibition! Let's see what our artist Anisa has in store for us in her own words!

  • S.Dot Gallery is pleased to present "Source- A Story Woven from Poems, Images and Time" Many many thanks to Stephanie Rond for the opportunity to share art and for sharing her time and space with us. Stephanie is pure love.

  • Hi, I'm Anisa; these are my friends, from left to right, Katerina Harris, me, with the puppeteer hands, Tyler Bohm, Sandhya Kochar and Stephanie behind the camera. Many more friends contributed to this art show and I've credited them by name under images to follow. I am a poet, writer and artist and, much of the work I do is about intersections - visuals and writing, the fleeting and the tangible, seeing and listening, the comfortable and the bizarre, self and other... much of my work is about encouraging the art of those around me, seeing what emerges, how we play together and alone. This is one of those moments where we can play with and pay attention to the smallest details and let go of time...many thanks to my friends who went on this journey together.

  • When a Poet Speaks of Home they speak of the self the places they sit still, the shelves on which they store what they know, the spaces where they feel, the doors they open and the windows, the windows of light. -a.

  • What shall we eat? When shall we eat? If I am in love, love I will feed you, my love I learned to love from my mother and no one left her kitchen hungry. -a. Sandhya and I went crazy over the tiny food things Stephanie has collected over time- teeny-tiny teabags, super-tiny cupcakes!

  • I played in a house by a river while my father with his dragon beard, flaming eyes and fiery breath of words asked, "How long will you stay in the world of make-believe?" this cloud of steam, a memory that flashes back to an adult me, follows me down stream... until many years later, I build a new home by the ocean and know the answer, "Forever, pappa, forever." -a.

  • It begins after it has already begun... from the soul of a woman who weaves the sunlight into a dream, when she sings, the world awakens, in her belly, her voice, her hands, she carries a new light. -a.

  • The Thread What I hold in my hands takes shape I can be here for what emerges from within a link, a tether, the act of time becoming time -a. 'Clay Yarn' sculpture by Sandhya Kochar

  • The Room Where We Make The light is a yellow ball of yarn sewing itself into a fabric that spills many colors onto the walls of a page in time where I nourish the soul and soother its demons by a window of light grows a potted plant and leads me to other dimensions bring the sweet into the corners where I sit and let it all flow -a.

  • How I Love/Little Devil When there was light and dark I knew nothing could be broken in two not the way our eyes meet or the way we know what we know. -a. 'How I Love' drawing by Anisa Gandevivala 'Little Devil' sculpture by Tyler Bohm

  • Every Woman is A Bubble A plane of existence held by the tension of a thin film around air, rising, rising to the sun, up, up, up then ...pop! -a. 'Alternate Universes Outside My Window' sculpture by Stephanie Rond and Sandhya Kochar

  • Soothe Art is a captured moment, trap of time on a page, hashmark of memories, a counting of what can't be named; like that time you picked up a comb and ran it through my weeping hair. -a. 'Red Geography/Soothe' drawing by Anisa Gandevivala

  • Shadow of a Black Cat in a Witch's Home I don't know I until a solid wall is an opaque mirror I see my ghost in; a trick of light when it falls between dimensions and reminds me this body is the sole destiny, the soul's destiny is here and now. -a. Stephanie's cats, Dot and Dorrie show up in the most unexpected times and spaces, time and space, time and space...

  • The Yarn Makes A Cage From Which The Bird Frees Itself At the end of the making, which is the beginning of the made, what I mean is the circle hinges off into a three-dimensional tangent and becomes a spiral, a spinning of nature that can't be denied, the spirit of the living, the voice, the song, the essence, a wing, the wisp, a whisper of life. -a. Sandhya and I made the pulley contraption that allows the birdcage and its free occupant to visit any room of this fantasy.

  • Kat and Ty are making mini-clay sculptures to continue the story of this fantasy. Many thanks to Dana Lynn Harper who introduced me to Sculpey Clay and facilitated workshops for friends. P.S. we were so into this activity, we didn't want to leave...

  • The Room of Dusk and Dawn Strange how entities find a way to each other, how we give them names and separate them - water and light, rain and river, stars and night. Strange how you can predict the mood of a thunderstorm from the velvet of the sky. Strange how the soul allows its edges to fray ...giving color to the dark. -a.

  • Every poem about electricity was written by someone in love. When I put my pen to paper I make static, I make the light that shocked a dead tree out of a bell jar, I try to capture the light and make it my lifeblood. -a. 'Wayward Tree' sculpture by Sandhya Kochar 'Static' drawing by Anisa Gandevivala

  • A thunderstorm feels like a thunderstorm most at midnight when the fist opens and in its grip you find a flower, its petals already wet. -a. 'Light Storm' sculpture by Anisa Gandevivala 'Midnight Lotus' sculpture by Katerina Harris

  • 'Bless me with a thousand suns' sculpture by Anisa Gandevivala Medium- 1000 pinpricks on black acrylic coated paper held up to light, modified Indian blessing for married daughters who are blessed with a 1000 sons at their wedding.

  • If we stay awake from dusk till dawn to watch the light travel across the face of the earth, if we could just sit here in love and watch the starlight and the moonlight dance... if...if we were truly here. -a. 'Split Heart' sculpture by Katerina Harris 'Three Points Make a Plane' drawing by Anisa Gandevivala

  • The night wants to tell you about everything that's broken, but it reminds you of the pieces ... the parts of the whole you notice in the lowest light, -a. 'Soul Scatter' sculpture by Anisa Gandevivala

  • The Room of Light and Time First, we tried to make a rigid gallery, a cascade of ideas in blocks, but the weird art wouldn't fit on it. Then we made a circle, a story that goes round and round and someone put in a unicorn horn for a hand and called it a clock. -a. Sculptures around the clock-face, starting from the '6' mark- 'Cochlea/I'm listening' 'Torque' 'Strip Cheese' 'Eye Mountain' 'Phoenix' (Katerina Harris) 'Space Nubs' 'Ouroburos' 'Squat Lotus'

  • Light wants to show you the trick of your eye; when one star shines, the others shy away. -a. 'Shift/Safe' drawing by Anisa Gandevivala 'Torque', 'Strip Cheese', 'Eye Mountain' sculptures by Anisa Gandevivala

  • Love is half of a sweet pill, a universe and a lonely planet spinning into focus, or out of; it pastes its dreams onto the sky, saying, 'look, look, you can reach them...' -a. 'Sweet Pill/Lonely Planet' sculpture by Stephanie Rond

  • 'Bless me with a thousand suns' sculpture by Anisa Gandevivala Medium: 1000 dots with color pen on plain paper, modified Indian blessing for married daughters on their wedding day 'Blessing for a thousand sons'

  • We are waiting for the light to show itself, let us know it's morning; dawn is not a break in the horizon, but a turn to look at ourselves. -a. 'When I Wake' watercolor by Anisa Gandevivala

  • The sun rises and the glint licks the tops of everything we've erected, catches fire, a thirst for the rain, dawn's first sip of water wasn't the salty ocean. -a. 'Little City' sculpture by Anisa Gandevivala (made at workshop by Dana Lynn Harper)

  • Seeing upon seeing, the bird climbs a mountain of eyes, it tries, it flies, then burns, the sun makes ashes everything cries and dies when a new bird is to rise. -a. 'Eye Mountain' sculpture by Anisa Gandevivala 'Phoenix' sculpture by Katerina Harris

  • Light courses through fingers I feel everything these hands create the definition the condition the matrix of separation of you from me -a. 'Space Nubs' sculpture by Anisa Gandevivala

  • Let's check out the downstairs...

  • Bookshelf, mini-books and sculptures painstakingly arranged by Stephanie Rond

  • Where We Meet is where we make love, your words inter-twine with mine and images fall from our lips like the colors of a Magritte sunset, if he ever made one. We are telling a lie. We will know the truth, only one truth, this one. -a. 'Parody' (L) drawing by Anisa Gandevivala

  • Parody-Pantomime-Pirouette Let's dance as if the sun split into colors and came to grace our cups, let me sip you, then drink me, swallow me whole, take every part of this body as yours because nothing is mine and we belong -a. 'Pantomime', 'Pirouette' drawings by Anisa Gandevivala

  • 'Anonymous' Poem by Tyler Bohm Anisa says I can write a poem but I think she greatly overestimates my writing abilities - Anonymous We wrote poems on blinds! So fun!

  • Doing-Being-Gone After the doing is done, when the being has begun, divulge the secret of these criss-cross fingers- these frayed ribbons, how they have already given you threads when you thought them gone. -a. 'Coming Undone' sculpture by Anisa Gandevivala

  • I've been making, collecting and assembling work for this show for some months, friends have made me many tiny gifts- this set of miniature books is from Tyler, I hide them in his lunch box with a poem or drawing and he makes one for me..we go back and forth, it's so fun. If you stop by, take a peek inside!

  • Much of the work I do and the art I make is from interactive experiences- I write 2 min poems at fairs or street corners and give them away, I host workshops where unexpected things occur, I host impromptu dance parties... etc. This fun idea was conceived when Sandhya gifted me the tiny yellow book last year and Tyler got me miniature color pencils ...everywhere I went, I asked friends to make something in the book-- you are welcome to make something in it too. It is a collection of our moments in making. The Yellow Book has work by Katerina Harris, Louise Robertson, Geoff Anderson, Katherine Lin, Mathias Jackson, Afifa Hanafiah, Courtney Alexander, Hemalatha Venkatraman and many more friends

  • Clockwise from top L 'Submarine Fingers' Katerina H 'Orchid' Anisa G 'Flame' Tyler B 'Knob' Katerina H

  • Stephanie's 'mouse' makes an appearance!

  • Mirror I was once where you could see yourself through my eye you could live or die ... the world would spin again and again at the helm of a question -a. 'No/Yes' sculpture by Tyler Bohm

  • 'The Nest' assorted sculptures by the group

  • Where We Stay is home now wherever you are is home now wherever I am is home now -a.

  • 'Water Fire Earth' assorted sculptures

  • Meditation in a Blanket how it folds this body is a fluid thing no legs, no arms, no face, no eyes, no lips I am the dream within your dream, every unrequited seed falling to its destiny; you made me warp time, you made me time, you made me lose every sense of what it is to be. -a. 'Blanket' sculpture by Anisa Gandevivala

  • 'Inside Outside' Poem on blinds by Anisa Gandevivala

  • Soul of shifting sand, the way I feel when we meet and every color lights up in me. -a. 'Amoebic Soul' watercolor by Anisa G

  • I want you to think the way you don't I want you to see what you don't I want you to be who you are -a. 'Climb/Fall' twin sculpture by Katerina H and Anisa G

  • A mysterious stranger lurks in a corner of my heart I want to open the pages of my eyes to see -a. 'Open Book' sculpture by Katerina Harris 'I am a blind, I cannot see' Poem by Katerina Harris

  • In my culture, we don't say goodbye, we say, come again...

  • Love it when there are outdoor sculptures. 'I Build Outside Myself' sculpture by Sandhya K

  • Tyler, Kat, Sandhya, Stephanie, Dot and Dorrie (and every one who contributed) - thank you for this from the depths of my soul.