tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52647477386011439682024-03-13T07:06:55.018-07:00Patrick Kemal Pryormoments of beauty, absurdity, and humorUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger123125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264747738601143968.post-73670611807325375582012-09-19T20:35:00.001-07:002012-09-19T20:35:19.060-07:00Latte bear<div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-9_8iz87hN7A/UFqO9Q9DnqI/AAAAAAAAAwc/LHfQGvLA2mA/s640/blogger-image--572029237.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-9_8iz87hN7A/UFqO9Q9DnqI/AAAAAAAAAwc/LHfQGvLA2mA/s640/blogger-image--572029237.jpg" /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264747738601143968.post-38922883348281231122012-09-18T20:06:00.001-07:002012-09-18T20:06:23.660-07:00Nude pregnant woman painting by me<div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KQnlKaF-4OE/UFk2rvMQyYI/AAAAAAAAAwI/Erbig1x2xn0/s640/blogger-image-320899685.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KQnlKaF-4OE/UFk2rvMQyYI/AAAAAAAAAwI/Erbig1x2xn0/s640/blogger-image-320899685.jpg" /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264747738601143968.post-9818316686096882942012-09-18T19:52:00.001-07:002012-09-18T19:52:31.779-07:00Bath<div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-3K7x-NnGqQw/UFkzbrdHcYI/AAAAAAAAAv0/LEgRN7qXB9I/s640/blogger-image-1744861939.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-3K7x-NnGqQw/UFkzbrdHcYI/AAAAAAAAAv0/LEgRN7qXB9I/s640/blogger-image-1744861939.jpg" /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264747738601143968.post-3960224837270995092012-09-18T19:50:00.001-07:002012-09-18T19:50:46.381-07:00Anita sue Kolman gallery openingCollects, Shoots and leaves <br />
Www.askanita.com<div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-BoUL8d2Kdgw/UFkzBWEQLlI/AAAAAAAAAvs/XYtLNGs-Hb4/s640/blogger-image--517359140.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-BoUL8d2Kdgw/UFkzBWEQLlI/AAAAAAAAAvs/XYtLNGs-Hb4/s640/blogger-image--517359140.jpg" /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264747738601143968.post-57764916603111599372012-09-18T19:49:00.001-07:002012-09-18T19:49:28.143-07:00On the road<div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-XqyBFlro-hI/UFkytgIQjDI/AAAAAAAAAvk/102A7tP_Dzg/s640/blogger-image-1501599570.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-XqyBFlro-hI/UFkytgIQjDI/AAAAAAAAAvk/102A7tP_Dzg/s640/blogger-image-1501599570.jpg" /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264747738601143968.post-31977078355509310302012-08-18T13:31:00.001-07:002012-08-18T13:35:57.345-07:009th and Lasalle, Minneapolis<div class="separator"style="clear: both; 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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264747738601143968.post-60092288190614471742011-09-13T12:35:00.000-07:002011-09-13T13:07:04.764-07:00Little Canvases from my Collaboration with Christopher StraubThe following are sets of canvas pieces left over from <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christopher_Straub" style="color: #990000;">Christopher Straub's</a> design creations using my paintings on canvas. These are real paintings of mine on canvas, and I have cut them from amongst all the scraps to select the most interesting areas.<br />
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Each canvas is 4x4 inches. They are being sold at Saturday's opening reception of "<a href="http://patrickkemalpryor.blogspot.com/2011/09/heres-press-release-for-my-next-show.html" style="color: #990000;">Fashioned</a>" at the Anita Sue Kolman Gallery for $55.00 each. To reserve yours please contact the gallery.<br />
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Anita Sue Kolman Gallery <br />
Phone: 612-385-4239<br />
E-mail: <a href="mailto:info@askanita.com" target="_blank">info@askanita.com</a><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Look#1, left to right 1-3, 4x4 inches each, acrylic on canvas</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Look#2, left to right 1-3, 4x4 inches each, acrylic on canvas</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Look#3, left to right 1-3, 4x4 inches each, acrylic on canvas</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Look#4, left to right 1-3, 4x4 inches each, acrylic on canvas</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Look#5, left to right 1-3, 4x4 inches each, acrylic on canvas</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Look#6, left to right 1-3, 4x4 inches each, acrylic on canvas</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Look#7, left to right 1-3, 4x4 inches each, acrylic on canvas</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Look#8, left to right 1-3, 4x4 inches each, acrylic on canvas</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Painting Study, 18 x 18 inches, acrylic on canvas</td></tr>
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</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Century; font-size: 16pt;"><i>Abstract paintings become haute couture dresses; a chair becomes a birthing place for mushrooms; and vegetable bags become high-design sculptures in an exhibit that explores transformation and renewal.</i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue";"><b>August 31, 2011 (Minneapolis)</b></span><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue";">--</span><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue";"><i>Project Runway</i></span><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue";"> designer <b>Christopher Straub</b></span><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue";">, fiber-art pioneer <b>Nancy MacKenzie</b></span><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue";">, abstract painter <b>Patrick Kemal Pryor</b></span><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue";">, and eco-sculptor <b>Kate Casanova</b></span><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue";"> transform ordinary objects and found materials into distinctive artworks in “Fashioned: One Becomes Another,” at the Anita Sue Kolman Gallery, September 10-October 29, 2011. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue";">In a true collaboration between fashion and high art, Minnesota native and <i>Project Runway</i></span><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue";"> contestant Christopher Straub turns giant, abstract paintings by Patrick Kemal Pryor into eight designer dresses that function as much as fashion as they do elaborate three-dimensional sculptures. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue";">“It has forced me to develop a new way of painting,” says Minnesota artist Pryor. “I had to worry more about pattern than composition. And I’ve always wanted my paintings to be able to literally move…this collaboration allows that.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue";">Pryor’s colorful and abstract images were as large as 60 square feet before he handed them over to Straub for re-imagining. The end result is a series of breath-taking canvas dresses that honor Pryor’s aesthetic through Straub’s unique cuts and swirling designs. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue";">“He honored the paintings, used the fabrics and the shapes to inform the designs,” says Pryor. “He transformed them into something of his own but still mine. I love that.” </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue";">Minnesota native Kate Casanova also reconstructs objects, turning an old living-room chair into soil for a fruiting mushroom plot. Giant pink mushrooms grow from the cushion, creating a vibrant, living artwork. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue";">“I was really drawn to this idea of taking something and transforming it into something else entirely,” says gallery owner Anita Sue Kolman. “It’s this whole idea of artists using materials in ways they don’t normally do.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue";">Kolman was drawn to Minnesota artist Nancy MacKenzie’s works for the same reason. MacKenzie sculpts intricate artworks from a mix of bailing twine, plastic vegetable bags, and twigs. Her vegetable bag sculptures are so elaborate and colorful they conceal their humble origin. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue";">“For a long time, Nancy has been using materials in a way that we now call ‘recycling’. And she does it in such a way no artist I have seen ever has. What she creates is really beautiful.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue";">The opening reception is Saturday, September 17, from 7:00 p.m. to 10:00 p.m. At 7:30 p.m. is the world premiere of original Christopher Straub designs fashioned from abstract paintings on canvas by Patrick Kemal Pryor. Models will display the dresses before they become sculptures on dress forms. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue";">The gallery and reception are free and open to the public. <s></s></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue";">The Anita Sue Kolman Gallery is located in Studio 395 in the Northrup King Building at 1500 Jackson Street in Minneapolis. For more information about “Fashioned: One Becomes Another” and the Anita Sue Kolman gallery, please visit the gallery’s web site at www.askanita.com or call 612-385-4239. You can also reach Anita Sue Kolman, the gallery owner, at anita@askanita.com.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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My dress made out of canvas was featured in this interview with Allison Hamzehpour<br />
of <a href="http://ignitemodelsinc.blogspot.com/">Ignite Models</a>. Next time we'll make sure that the dress travels with it's own press kit so it's creators get proper credit! It was designed by me with strips of torn paintings and sewn together by Stephanie Weber of <a href="http://www.artfuldecor.com/">Artful Decor</a>.<br />
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Here's the dress again on the <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/alex_detrick/5689068887/in/set-72157626651112546">Sol Inspiration Flickr</a> site. Btw, the dress IS for sale!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264747738601143968.post-71349868584462713092011-03-09T15:41:00.000-08:002011-03-09T15:41:14.745-08:00Red, Yellow, Black<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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The Bedside Bulldog sculpture works better upside down. Otherwise it looked too much like a table. This was a piece I created after the New Music Sketch. We are doing our first public performance of the New Music Sketch at the Woman's Club of Minneapolis on Feb. 4th. Email me (patrick(at)patrickpryor(dot)com) if you want to participate in the madness as an audience member. <br />
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Urchin Pillow torn open. While in New Zealand I experimented with the broken urchin exoskeleton. I used paper to simulate something spilling out of it. The Maori collect the urchins in great quantities and eat the roe. I collected and ate a lot of it while I was visiting. The insides of the urchin spilling out exaggerates the volume of material that actually comes from a single urchin. The pillow indicates preciousness. The piece is about sustenance; inside versus outside; and preciousness. I am still trying to figure out what I am trying to say, and I am quite happy to have discovered how much more impact the piece has now that I've ripped open the pillow.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264747738601143968.post-3326555061499890112011-01-20T09:03:00.000-08:002011-02-24T11:07:25.636-08:00New Paintings<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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More on the <a href="http://www.patrickpryor.com/">website</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264747738601143968.post-64688685823243807322011-01-20T08:58:00.000-08:002011-02-24T11:21:52.322-08:00The Hatchet StoryWhen we were younger my sister, my mother, and I would travel together. My father never traveled with us. We would go camping as a family of three. My mother was a very brave woman. I can see this clearly now as I look back on these memories as an adult. She was 42 years old when we took our first camping trip to upper Michigan in a tent she’d never set up before. My mother’s friends all thought she was crazy to go into the woods alone with two young children; one nine years old and the other only three years old. But she had good provisions for the trip. Prior to this trip my father had acquired a small tent by using a number of “coupons” from the Chesterfield cigarette company to “buy” the tent. He was an avid smoker.<br />
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I remember him smoking in the house for years and from each pack collecting one little green coupon and saving it in a drawer full of other coupons. The tent he had bought had always remained unused until just before our departure when we tried to set it up in the yard before embarking on our camping trip. We never succeeded at properly setting it up before the trip and would need to enlist the assistance of fellow campers when it was necessary to sleep in the tent. The small tent was called a three-person tent, but it was misnamed. It was a cramped space; perhaps only large enough to kennel a Pomeranian. It was two-toned; yellow and rust colored with nylon ropes attached to small plastic yellow tent stakes that bent a little bit when I’d try to hammer them into the hard ground with the back of my hatchet. I realize now that when my father gave me the small hatchet of his to borrow it was really a parting gift because when we would return from the camping trip he would be completely moved out and my parent’s divorce would be final. <br />
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It was on this and subsequent camping trips during my childhood summers that I further developed my interest in the natural world. The three of us would rent canoes and paddle down strange rivers in upper Michigan. I never learned any outdoor skills from the cub scouts – I learned it all from my mother. Furthermore, I learned a sort of ambitiousness and fearless naiveté from her. She would announce that we were going canoeing so I had better figure out how to paddle and steer the canoe. We needed to build fires so I took on fire building. We needed to cook dinner over the fire and we figured this out too. It was a wonderful time. She loved the water and we always found ourselves near a lake, a river, and most often somewhere on the shore of the Great Lake Michigan. So many areas we visited had miles and miles of unpopulated shoreline, and since we could not see any distant shore it felt like we were at the edge of an inland ocean. The three of us would spend all day at the beaches walking and walking and walking. We’d choose a direction and just take off. Stopping only to collect things from the beach and put them into plastic bags and into my mother’s trusty little collapsible backpack. It was the kind that you could stuff into a little sac no bigger than an avocado. It was then there my propensity for collecting was fostered. <br />
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I am still a collector and I express this through my sculptural work. I use bones, shells, rocks, sand and other things that I collect to create sculptures and assemblages on canvas.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264747738601143968.post-32526087344370915082011-01-13T22:31:00.001-08:002011-02-24T11:22:27.355-08:00The Blue Fish StoryFor being 6.5 months pregnant my sister was quite a “trooper” (as my mother would have affectionately called her). While in Tahiti we decided that my mother’s final resting place would be on a “bed” of coral in the reef somewhere. My mother had come to my sister in a dream several weeks earlier and requested this, apparently. The burial reef was the reef near our over-water bungalow on the island of Moorea. It wasn’t quite swimming near – it was more like small outboard motor near, but we didn’t have a motor. We didn’t have a boat either. I was not going to risk swimming that distance with my pregnant sister.<br />
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After some unsuccessful searching I found a solution. I was able to convince the pool guy to let us use the resort's economy style kayaks for half the day so we could complete our mission. I found out later that the 30 minute time limit for renting kayaks was put in place because the kayaks take on water and sink after 30 minutes. But first we had to do a practice round. Our plan was to be underwater and empty the contents of the blue urn onto some part of the reef itself – like a “bed” of coral.<br />
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My sister had never been in a kayak. I asked if she was experienced with snorkeling. "A little bit," she said. I was really worried. I was worried because I had a scene in my mind. I had a scene in my mind of the worst-case scenario. The kayak had no way for us to attach a rope to it so that we could hold on to it while we were snorkeling, and we didn’t want to ask anyone else to go out on this excursion with us. That would have been awkward. We wanted to do it alone. I imagined that the kayak would be swept from my grasp by the wind that was strangely strong on that day, and I would be forced to drag my pregnant sister back to shore across a large expanse of very deep water separating our bungalow from the reef. I had no idea what it would be like snorkeling with a pregnant woman! Would she be slightly more buoyant or would she sink like a rock? What if we dropped the urn in the deep water? What if the ashes clouded up the water and we couldn’t see anything and then a shark came by? What if she couldn’t get out of the kayak? What if she couldn’t get back in? Even without all of these considerations there are so many things that could go awry considering the deeply emotional task we were taking on. <br />
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Aside from our kayak taking on quite a bit of water we had good fortune with our practice run and good fortune during our burial. With our masks and snorkels we took turns holding the kayak while the other would be underwater reaching into the urn and placing her remains on the reef amongst the corals, giant clams, and the starfish. We laid the little blue urn next to a large bed of coral and almost immediately a school of tiny blue fish – the same color as the urn began to surround it and hover near it as if protecting it. We laid a flower wreath around the urn as it lay underwater and my sister climbed back into the kayak with only a little bit of physical awkwardness. We had done what we came for.<br />
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As our bags were being picked up on our last day in Tahiti I was doing some last minute packing which included using an iron to dry some underwear that had been washed and were not quite dry. I didn’t want them to get weird inside my luggage so I was pressing them with a hot iron. My sister got a ride up to the front of the resort to wait for our transport while I finished up. After I dried my underwear sufficiently I packed them away and ran off to meet our shuttle. I sat down on the bench seat inside the van hurriedly and slightly out of breath next to my patiently waiting sister. <br />
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She asked me, “How did it go under there?”<br />
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I looked at her quizzically and replied, “Under where?"<br />
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“Exactly” she said.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0