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Liz Kalloch | FINE ART
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Liz Kalloch | FINE ART
Artwork
Large Scale Drawings
Works on Paper
Painting
About
Statement
CV
Contact
Folder: Artwork
Back
Large Scale Drawings
Works on Paper
Painting
Folder: About
Back
Statement
CV
Contact
When We Begin from Where We Will Be, or an Approximation View fullsize
Jumping the line, or intrinsic melody View fullsize
Just when I think I’ve got a vague grasp of understanding how 2 colors will meet and blend... they surprise me. View fullsize
If you stand still and are in the right place, at the right time, you know how there’s that moment at dusk, just before the sky gets dark, where the whole world gets brighter for just a millisecond? I’ve missed that moment more times than I’ve caugh View fullsize
When red goes all in on the syncopation. View fullsize
I have always been intrigued by intersections: geographical, interpersonal, cognitive... etc., just all manner of intersection. Almost all of this series is about intersection. Where edges meet, where paths diverge, where we meet each other, where View fullsize
There are those moments when I lay down paint just for the color, to see what a couple of colors have to say to each other, to see how they feel next to each other. Color changes everything about a moment... just like a song brings memory; color bri View fullsize
That day that entropy began to make sense and Orange was there to witness the moment. View fullsize
Finding what’s true by a process of subtraction and addition. View fullsize
When the horizon is elusive but the distractions are thought provoking. View fullsize
When the silence has a voice all its own. View fullsize
Maps of places yet to be identified. View fullsize
All the places we will go. View fullsize
The other day I woke up thinking about geometry. That I woke up thinking about geometry is ironic and bizarre on so many different levels, but I did. And geometry led me to triangles, and arcs, and then those theorems. 10th grade geometry class was View fullsize
Brimming with summer. View fullsize
Looking at All the Options View fullsize
The day has its way. View fullsize
Where we hold it. View fullsize
Where the clouds are born. View fullsize
My eye is always looking for shapes that will tell me a story, and so when I paint “abstractly” I have to turn the volume down on that part of my brain, and just move the brush or my hand and see the color. But when I’m done with the painting part? View fullsize
Read between the skies. View fullsize
Walking the path between. View fullsize
Where the horizon sits. View fullsize
Dusk to dawn and all the inbetweens. View fullsize
I think there might be something about a hedgerow going on here. View fullsize
That day that Orange really started to grow on me. View fullsize
When the walls shift View fullsize
Finding the treasure while tip toeing thru the shadows. View fullsize
When the centers meet to discuss the gap. View fullsize
Where I contemplate all the ways we miss each other: as in not understanding each other, as in losing connection, as in not noticing or hearing, as in I miss you. View fullsize
Just when you think you know where all your roads may go, you find a few surprises, a few that you'd never even contemplated finding. And there's that green too. View fullsize
Little lights everywhere, sometimes where you'd least expect them, even in the dark, even in the midst, even in the everything. View fullsize
When We Begin from Where We Will Be, or an Approximation
Jumping the line, or intrinsic melody
Just when I think I’ve got a vague grasp of understanding how 2 colors will meet and blend... they surprise me.
If you stand still and are in the right place, at the right time, you know how there’s that moment at dusk, just before the sky gets dark, where the whole world gets brighter for just a millisecond? I’ve missed that moment more times than I’ve caugh
When red goes all in on the syncopation.
I have always been intrigued by intersections: geographical, interpersonal, cognitive... etc., just all manner of intersection. Almost all of this series is about intersection. Where edges meet, where paths diverge, where we meet each other, where
There are those moments when I lay down paint just for the color, to see what a couple of colors have to say to each other, to see how they feel next to each other. Color changes everything about a moment... just like a song brings memory; color bri
That day that entropy began to make sense and Orange was there to witness the moment.
Finding what’s true by a process of subtraction and addition.
When the horizon is elusive but the distractions are thought provoking.
When the silence has a voice all its own.
Maps of places yet to be identified.
All the places we will go.
The other day I woke up thinking about geometry. That I woke up thinking about geometry is ironic and bizarre on so many different levels, but I did. And geometry led me to triangles, and arcs, and then those theorems. 10th grade geometry class was
Brimming with summer.
Looking at All the Options
The day has its way.
Where we hold it.
Where the clouds are born.
My eye is always looking for shapes that will tell me a story, and so when I paint “abstractly” I have to turn the volume down on that part of my brain, and just move the brush or my hand and see the color. But when I’m done with the painting part?
Read between the skies.
Walking the path between.
Where the horizon sits.
Dusk to dawn and all the inbetweens.
I think there might be something about a hedgerow going on here.
That day that Orange really started to grow on me.
When the walls shift
Finding the treasure while tip toeing thru the shadows.
When the centers meet to discuss the gap.
Where I contemplate all the ways we miss each other: as in not understanding each other, as in losing connection, as in not noticing or hearing, as in I miss you.
Just when you think you know where all your roads may go, you find a few surprises, a few that you'd never even contemplated finding. And there's that green too.
Little lights everywhere, sometimes where you'd least expect them, even in the dark, even in the midst, even in the everything.
A small collection of my artwork has been hanging in the Ludwig medical building at WCGH for a few months now, and this is the last week it’ll be up. The philanthropy department of WCGH and Pen Bay put out a call to local artists at the end of
Went to Karen Jelenfy’s opening last night at Triangle Gallery in Rockland and damn… her lush, dense paintings, her dreamy atmosphere’s, her in your face brushstrokes… and always her heart on her sleeve. The work is gorgeous
In a dream last night, my grandmother was telling me that a curved line was forgiveness, a straight line was thoughtful and a wavy line was for all my journeys. She told me all of this (and more, but I can’t remember the rest) while she was pou
A beginnings story. In late 2020, a few months after arriving in Maine, I began making large scale drawings on Kraft paper with charcoal and the few pastels I could scrounge up. It was by necessity that I started these. First, the necessity of worki
Several of my large-scale drawings have made their way out of my studio and down the road to the Camden Public Library exhibit space. This is the first time I’m showing this art and I’m thrilled that it’s hanging with work by Allegr
A day in Calais to help install a mural by @peterwallsart = hard work, delightful conversation, a few OOPS, many laughs, and I learned more about the process of site specific art and it’s installation. Turning a bland, pretty industrial looking
When midway through a drawing and I look down. All the grains of color that have fallen away. #experimentsindrawing #pastel #sketches

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