So with the state of the world and varied personal distractions it's taken me awhile to work up the energy to mention that I recently published an article in the most recent Fall 2019 issue of Listening a Journal of Communication Ethics, Religion, and Culture (mailed to readers just before everything shut down in 2020). The issue on Catholic Art Post Christendom was guest edited by good friend, talented artist, and way more clever essayist Timothy Collins, and I was honored to be asked to contribute along with a number of artists and friends for whom I have the deepest respect.
The Dark Night and the Busy Hand: Personal Observations on Making as an Expression of Faith is a reflection on faith, trauma and the relationship between art and ritual. It is way more personal than I am comfortable with, yet there it is in black and white.
So it goes.
Wednesday, April 29, 2020
Sunday, February 2, 2020
Long Time
I realize just how long it's been since I've used this blog. Words were never really my thing, though I put a lot of them down here so maybe makes sense that I shifted toward Instagram. I took back up doing the drawing a day thing this year, feeling out of sorts for a variety of reasons I think I was gravitating back toward the sense of ritual and certainty it gave me in the adrift year of 2015. I haven't been posting them here consistently. Some of the better ones I'm putting on instagram https://www.instagram.com/santella.anthony/ others just FB. But today's, shot in situ, at least I'll put here. Burning Promise Keeping Machine, ink, 2020
Thursday, January 11, 2018
My Music Video is Out
That title is among word's I thought I would never say. Mercifully for humanity I have not taken up singing. Over the summer I helped out friend Bill McGarvey doing camera work and some props for a music video. I love weird music videos, and was super excited to work on one myself. The video is out, and though I can definitely spot some unintentionally slightly out of focus shots, it looks pretty great considering I was behind the camera. Check it out.
Friday, December 1, 2017
Upcoming Curatorial Project: A New World
Upcoming is the opening of a curatorial project I've been working on for over a year, an exhibit of contemporary art that explores the complex legacy of the activist Dorothy Day. I'm excited about the work that is going to be on display, including one piece of mine. I hope to see some of you there.
December
16, 2017 - January 12, 2018
Opening Reception December 16, 5-7PM
Opening Reception December 16, 5-7PM
The Gallery at the Sheen Center
18 Bleecker St, New York, NY 10012
(gallery entrance on Elizabeth St.)
18 Bleecker St, New York, NY 10012
(gallery entrance on Elizabeth St.)
A New World: Contemporary Art Exploring Dorothy Day's Vision of
Social Justice
The Sheen
Center for Thought and Culture and the Dorothy Day Guild are pleased to
announce the opening of the exhibit A New
World: Contemporary Art Exploring
Dorothy Day's Vision of Social Justice. This visually striking assembly of
work, including photography, painting, printmaking, and sculpture, brings
together mainstream and marginalized artists inspired by Day's legacy of faith
in action. Conceived and curated by
sculptor and painter, Anthony Santella, the exhibition will open on Saturday,
December 16, 2017 at The Gallery at the Sheen Center, corner of Bleecker and
Elizabeth Streets, in New York City. One
and all are warmly invited to the opening reception, 5 to 7 pm, December
16. The exhibition will run through
January 12, 2018.
Dorothy Day
(1897-1980), a journalist, activist, and convert to Catholicism who is on her
way to being formally recognized as a saint in the Catholic Church, founded the
Catholic Worker to serve the homeless and hungry during the Depression. But her witness was not confined to charity;
she challenged the unjust structures making charity necessary. Today, her synthesis of deep, dogmatically
orthodox religious faith and radical social action continues to pose a profound
challenge to the liberal/conservative dichotomy of our age. Santella, who first learned of Day as a
college student, reflects that "For me, Day is a figure who unified a lot
of the fragmented contradictions in life through a radical act of faith, one
that is open to all of us to emulate."
The exhibit
juxtaposes excerpts from Day's prolific writings with artwork addressing the
ideals she devoted her life to: social justice, voluntary poverty, resistance
to racial prejudice, nonviolence, Christian anarchism, and agrarian utopianism.
The roster of artists includes those
whose work appears in The Catholic Worker
newspaper as well as the formerly homeless and imprisoned. Some work is overtly political; much addresses
the show’s themes more obliquely. Yet each artist is driven to communicate a
message of hope and warning as urgent in its own way as Day’s.
A centerpiece of the
exhibit is a wooden shrine, built from driftwood collected on the beach in
Staten Island, NYC, where Day had a cabin, demolished in 2000. Artists and the public at large are invited
to contribute small artifacts to the shrine, ex voto offerings that speak to
their understanding of Day’s legacy of faith in pursuit of justice.
"I hope that everyone
who sees the show can take away something that challenges their assumptions,"
Santella explains. "Either about
how the values of the gospel and those of our society coexist or about how art can interact with faith and the
challenge of justice -- hopefully in a way that can motivate change without
becoming political in a partisan or tribal sense."
Artists:
Arte Fogata, Robert
Aitchison, Jackie Allen, Michal Behar, Patricia Bellucci, Geoffrey Gneuhs,
GRIB, Alice Hendrickson, June Hildebrand, Imo Nse Imeh, Brian Kavanagh, Matt
Kirby, Julie Lonneman, Lori Merhige, Milt Ohring, Frank Sabatté, Anthony
Santella, Dennis Santella
About the Dorothy Day Guild:
Founded in
2005 in the Archdiocese of New York, the Dorothy Day Guild promotes the
recognition of her cause for sainthood. To
learn more, see www.dorothydayguild.org
Tuesday, September 12, 2017
New Piece in Respect!
It's been rather a while, but for anyone out there in the NY area, I'll have a new piece in Respect! at St Paul the Apostle Columbus and 59th, opening this Thursday Sept 14th. Hope to see some of you there.
The Openings collective is pleased to announce its 11th annual fall exhibition
at the historic Manhattan church of St Paul the Apostle. Twenty six artists will display work that addresses issues of inclusion and respect for others. A diverse collection of work including painting sculpture and photography engages “the other,” encouraging us to see people who differ from ourselves as human beings deserving of unconditional respect even in the face of conflicting cultural identities.
Respect! is curated by Michael Berube and Mark Brennan, with assistance by Ingrid Roe.
Participating Artists:
Yashua Klos, Derrick Adams, Kajahl, Juan Sanchez, Timothy Greenfield-Sanders, Oksana Prokopenko, Anthony Santella, Willemien Mostert, Aileen Bassis, Britney Penouilh, Dave Mishalanie, Jewel Doi, Lori Merhige, James Raczkowski, Joachim Marx, Lauren Gohara, Ori Alon, Rute Ventura, Thom O’Connor, Jenn Cacciola, Eunjin Kim, Michelle Claire Gevint & Lara Nasser, Eric Hibit, Jean Seestadt, Arjan Zazueta
Yashua Klos, Derrick Adams, Kajahl, Juan Sanchez, Timothy Greenfield-Sanders, Oksana Prokopenko, Anthony Santella, Willemien Mostert, Aileen Bassis, Britney Penouilh, Dave Mishalanie, Jewel Doi, Lori Merhige, James Raczkowski, Joachim Marx, Lauren Gohara, Ori Alon, Rute Ventura, Thom O’Connor, Jenn Cacciola, Eunjin Kim, Michelle Claire Gevint & Lara Nasser, Eric Hibit, Jean Seestadt, Arjan Zazueta
September 8th-October 26th, 2017
Opening Reception Thursday September 14th 7-9pm
Tour with the artists and curators Thursday October 12th 7-9pm
Location: The Church of St. Paul the Apostle / corner of Columbus Ave & W60th, Manhattan
Daily Hours: M-F 8am -5:00pm / Sat. 8-6 / Sun. 8-6:30pm
Daily Hours: M-F 8am -5:00pm / Sat. 8-6 / Sun. 8-6:30pm
Thursday, February 9, 2017
A New Painting
Wednesday, January 18, 2017
Monday, January 16, 2017
Once
I have been neglectful of the blog, besides being ridiculously busy, as usual, there's this thing called Instagram, and when you post things there, complete strangers seem to have an inexplicable urge to look at them.
Sometimes however, nobody looking is more the goal.
I made a lot of Harry Potter style magic wands as Christmas presents, and seem to be still making them for no apparent reason.
Core for my last magic wand for a bit. No further comment.
Once in a dream (for once I dreamed of you)
We stood together in an open field;
Above our heads two swift-winged pigeons wheeled,
Sporting at ease and courting full in view.
When loftier still a broadening darkness flew,
Down-swooping, and a ravenous hawk revealed;
Too weak to fight, too fond to fly, they yield;
So farewell life and love and pleasures new.
Then as their plumes fell fluttering to the ground,
Their snow-white plumage flecked with crimson drops,
I wept, and thought I turned towards you to weep:
But you were gone; while rustling hedgerow tops
Bent in a wind which bore to me a sound
Of far-off piteous bleat of lambs and sheep.
-Christina Rossetti
Sometimes however, nobody looking is more the goal.
I made a lot of Harry Potter style magic wands as Christmas presents, and seem to be still making them for no apparent reason.
Core for my last magic wand for a bit. No further comment.
Once in a dream (for once I dreamed of you)
We stood together in an open field;
Above our heads two swift-winged pigeons wheeled,
Sporting at ease and courting full in view.
When loftier still a broadening darkness flew,
Down-swooping, and a ravenous hawk revealed;
Too weak to fight, too fond to fly, they yield;
So farewell life and love and pleasures new.
Then as their plumes fell fluttering to the ground,
Their snow-white plumage flecked with crimson drops,
I wept, and thought I turned towards you to weep:
But you were gone; while rustling hedgerow tops
Bent in a wind which bore to me a sound
Of far-off piteous bleat of lambs and sheep.
-Christina Rossetti
Wednesday, January 11, 2017
Upcoming shows Winter 2016
I will be displaying a brand new collaborative sculptural work with artist Oksana Prokopenko in:
Safe Space the Openings Collective 10th anniversary show. I'm both an artist and co-curator.
Opening reception is Jan 26th 7-9pm St Paul the Apostle, Columbus ave and W 60th NY, NY
Artist talks are Feb 9th 7pm
Show runs Jan 20th -Feb 22 2017
http://www.openingsny.com/safe-space
Several drawings of mine from my 2015 drawing a day effort will be in Beautiful and Powerful at Nails in the Wall Gallery, 17 Oak Avenue Metuchen, NJ
Opening reception is Saturday, January 28, 2-5pm
Show runs through May 2017
http://www.nailsinthewall.org/beautiful.html
Hope to see some of you at each of these events.
Sunday, December 4, 2016
A (Large) New Piece
Being unable to allow my work in progress count to go down, I've immediately started a new big piece. Finally making something from a solid couple hundred pounds of what remains of the oak that came down in Sandy is a bit fraught for a whole lot of reasons including the time commitment. This one will hopefully be completed in time for my 3 person show in PA this spring, we shall see...
Sunday, November 27, 2016
Cedar Lane Tree Monument
These aren't the 'official' photos, I still need to put on another coat of sealer, and get a day with better light to take some photos. But this weekend I finished the roof and re-leveled the foundation. Structurally the Cedar lane tree monument is done. It has literally been in progress since the tree came down more than 3 years ago. The me that started this project did not live to see it completed, but some version of me did, and it is completed. More to come, but for now thanks to everyone who has made it possible. Particular thanks to Perry and Gladys Rosenstein at the Puffin Foundation for their constant support, my brothers for physical help and my long suffering parents for accepting what has not always made sense.
I think back to how I finished my daily tree stump documentation project and the words I found then seem more appropriate than ever: http://anthonysantella.blogspot.com/…/cccxlvi-to-be-continu…
'I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned'
Sunday, October 2, 2016
A Landmark
I've been a bit quiet here of late, but I think having the Cedar Lane tree cross section reassembled and upright warrants a post, thanks due to Nicholas and Dennis Santella and Geoff Sullivan for their aid in moving and to the very nice Teaneck cop who both laughed at and stopped traffic for our initial move of the wood from the Teaneck Creek Degraw entrance.
Sunday, August 28, 2016
Coda V:83 Woven of Water and Logic and Hunger, with No Strand of Love in Them
Coda V:83 Hands, Woven of Water and Logic and Hunger, with No Strand of Love in Them, ink and graphite, 2016
That whole semi-conscious in the hospital thing in the spring threw me off my drawing routine and I never got back to it, after ~540 contiguous days of drawing. But these words have been echoing in my head all week, and for better or worse this emerged... I don't know what's up with the graphite scribbles over the ink, that is so not me...
These poems, these poems,
these poems, she said, are poems
with no love in them. These are the poems of a man
who would leave his wife and child because
they made noise in his study. These are the poems
of a man who would murder his mother to claim
the inheritance. These are the poems of a man
like Plato, she said, meaning something I did not
comprehend but which nevertheless
offended me. These are the poems of a man
who would rather sleep with himself than with women,
she said. These are the poems of a man
with eyes like a drawknife, with hands like a pickpocket’s
hands, woven of water and logic
and hunger, with no strand of love in them. These
poems are as heartless as birdsong, as unmeant
as elm leaves, which if they love love only
the wide blue sky and the air and the idea
of elm leaves. Self-love is an ending, she said,
and not a beginning. Love means love
of the thing sung, not of the song or the singing.
These poems, she said....
You are, he said,
beautiful.
That is not love, she said rightly.
Robert Bringhurst, These Poems, She Said from The Beauty of the Weapons
Sunday, March 13, 2016
Weekend's Work
My brother was in town so I recruited him to work a bit on cutting some boards from the red oak that has been sitting in my folks yard for the past 3 years. (Another 3 and I'll have it all out.) We got two boards cut. Not sure why cutting this stuff seems to instantly dull the blade...
Also got a little work done on the ongoing Cedar Lane tree memorial. The first side is now fully together and pegged. If I had a cow, I'm not sure how I'd feel about housing it in a barn built to these engineering tolerances. Luckily I don't have a cow.
Also got a little work done on the ongoing Cedar Lane tree memorial. The first side is now fully together and pegged. If I had a cow, I'm not sure how I'd feel about housing it in a barn built to these engineering tolerances. Luckily I don't have a cow.
Sunday, January 17, 2016
Coda IV:17
Thursday, December 31, 2015
Day 365 #MakeArt365
Transition State (I Saw a Bird), Mixed Media, 2015
Need to end the year with an ent of course, and a balance of hope and loss. I thank everyone who’s followed and supported these drawings, and me, over the course of this year. More of you than I could list have had a part in inspiring them. Many have done more than they know. I’m thinking a lot about both how I’ll keep at drawing without this rather rigorous discipline to steer me, and what I’ll do with this body of varied, and somewhat fraught work. I guess we’ll all find out. Best wish for peace and kindness in the year ahead.
“We drew our arms around the bastard sons
We never would drink to the chosen ones
Well you know the way I went was not the way I planned
But I thought the world needed love and a steady hand
So I'm steady now”
-Dar Williams, If I Wrote You
Wednesday, December 30, 2015
Tuesday, December 29, 2015
Day 363 #MakeArt365
I See Men as Trees, Walking, Ink, 2015
I return to my sometimes forgotten theme for this year of drawings with true seeing still on my mind.
Rest in peace old friend and mentor Sr. Thomasmari Gore, MSBT. I learned while making this drawing that we lost you at the end of this year of accepting loss. You'd have objected to that gender specific noun, but the other translations sound so terrible, I checked...
Monday, December 28, 2015
Sunday, December 27, 2015
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