nose mail

collages on letter envelopes
8"x10"

I love it when people leave phone numbers
 for people
and then try to help me precisely identify their
names or how they are spelled by choosing things that
may start with the letters in their names. 
Please have her call me.  Here's my phone number.
The name is Edewor.  Spelled E as in Egg, 
D as in David, E as in Egg, W as in White House, 
O as in Orange, R as in Red.

Does he remember that combination of random things?

 want lines to physically stretch and take on movement

Drawing of a Hand 2010

pen on paper

3 in. x 4 in.

,Last summer was the 2nd annual Kids Day Event, held by Collective Concepts and About Time Boutique. 
My boyfriend Zack Helwa and I were asked to do something that incorporated our art and the community, so we created puppets and built a stage.  We sang and laughed with the children. parodies of songs like "Where is My Mind?" by the Pixies and many more were heard roaring through the street of Sterling Place.  It was a lot of a fun and this July will mark Annual Kids Day Event: it's 3rd year in Crown Heights/Prospect Heights.  So come prepared for contagious laughter and much much more!

Photo cred: Tom Curcuruto

multiplicity
geometry
must make mark on moving forms
want to turn private marks to public skin

so who wants to teach me how to tattoo?

So as seasons reveals to us a hunger for change, I'm going to let you in on a little secret.
This time last year, my family took a series of classes, an exam, and now we all have our sailing certificates.
That's right! We are all qualified to sail.

Anyway, it's been a year of drab obsessive Craig's List hunting.
Luckily our family joined a boat club and our demands were met.
Well, $200 bucks later.....

*I just want to add that my bicycle was more expensive than this boat.

*******MORE EXPENSIVE THAN THIS BOAT.

I neglected to photograph her mast and boom. (Personifying boats with feminine gender.)

She's pretty(I did it again.) but really, really dirty.  After some cleaning up, WD-40, nice little paint job, and a name we'll be ready to launch and my dad and brother are prepared to start growing matching disheveled beards.
A NAME??? We haven't settled on a name YET!!!!!!!!!!!!

my suggestion was pretty terrible:

The Aquarian Dipper

.... that was it.  My parents hated that.

Names for boats are hard to pick!

obviously we're going to think of Greek mythology or water things.

I don't think I should be awake right now. I have an eight hour drive tomorrow.

Leave me a comment of name ideas!!!!

I worked as an artist for Trader Joe's a few summers ago.  I was responsible for illustrating chalkboards and designing templates for the company's products.  These are two images I produced for the store during my employment there:

This following illustration was installed for promotion of Trader Joe's Fearless Flyer.

The materials used in the construction of these soil bomb-balls are burlap, soil, egg carton, flower seeds (mexican sunflower, cosmos, snap dragon, zinnia, and others), twine, and small instructional illustration for each.  Last week, I cut 450 cups out of egg carton, making it so that I could successfully fill each of the 450 with seed and soil but unfortunately the project had to discontinue because my supply of burlap ran out!!!  I finished making about 200 and took to the streets... images from that experience will be posted later.  My idea was to give each of these small gifts to people I encounter in my community during the hours of 12-3 but my hands became emptier and emptier!  I had given 198 of the soil bomb-balls away and realized that it had only been an hour. THis project was exciting and it really lit up the streets(Sterling Place, Washington Avenue, Underhill, Classon Avenue), making strangers interact with one another.  I allowed people to take more than one if they insisted.  Something I learned while giving the bombs away, that people are truly skeptic of "free" things.  I felt that I had to clarify that I just wanted people to learn how to plant and that I want nothing to do with your credit card and your email address.

Cleanse (2010) from Andrea Solow on Vimeo.

Cleanse(2010), is a visual portrayal of a relationship with nature that encompass thoughts of ritualistic cleansing and self imposed burial.

By use of soil as a material to lather my skin, ideas about the human relationship to nature are conducted.  In most cultures, the acts of burials are demonstrated to symbolize death, to celebrate each occupant by returning it's mass to nature. 
The moon and the night sky are also present in this video.  The background my body is centered in front of indicates the celestial place of nature that I am reaching from my small terrace in Crown Heights, Brooklyn.   As my new skin consumes my body, I am unified with the sky.  As my skin virtually vanishes into the darkness of the night sky, I am unseen. I am cleansed.

close up image of cut egg carton, click on each of them for larger scale

there are exactly 450 "cups"(egg-sized)

and yes, my right thumb and index finger are completely swollen.  I'm pretty amazed that my little scissors survived...

I don't mean to be cryptic but I can't explain this image. Except that I adopted these here FIFTEEN-BULK Egg cartons off the street!  30 "cups" were cut from the egg cartons , and I used "cups" because I am having a hard time identifying that part of the egg-carton... anyway, I just really like the form they make spooning one another in a chain like this. there are 450 paper-egg-cups in total.

"These cartons have a dimpled form in which each dimple accommodates an individual egg and isolates that egg from eggs in adjacent dimples. This structure helps protect eggs against stresses exerted during transportation and storage by absorbing a lot of shock and limiting the incidents of fracture to the fragile egg shells. An egg carton can be made of various materials, including Styrofoam, clear plastic or may be manufactured from recycled paper and molded pulp by means of a mechanized Papier-mâché process." -wikipedia

 I can't believe how natural it is for me to think a thought and then if i'm even the slightest bit curious about it- without hesitation, I "google" it. Or I search for videos on whichever object I am hankering. Ohhhh internet. How I love this strange desparation to know things about "everything" but then realize I am not leaving my own 4 walls.

Making things does help though. While I go through phases of having zero ability to focus(is this, like, specifically a day time thing?), I can leave it to physical work, cutting, cooking, glueing, building, whatever, hours just SLIP by.  It's pretty spectacular.

I feel I may be inspired from this family I am living with right now.
while, no, not one of us is related, so I don't know why I used family just then.. but three of the 6 apartments in the building are home to me and nine talented artists.  Some would never accept that I call them that, because six are photographers(one of which is a mix of playwright, sculptor, painter, draftsman, actor, puppeteer director as of two days ago, chef, gardener and chemist<3), one sculptor/performance artist, two bi-trilingual collage artist/writers?
We are always in our stations buzzing about whatever chaos is striking at the moment, some of us form gangs and watch videos, cook, or talk together, some other group activities take place as well that don't need mention.
Egypt, New Jersey(Princeton, New Brunswick, and other stuff), Florida(meeeeeeeee- even though technically Brooklyn-Long Island NY is where i spent most time growing up), Puerto Rico, Massachusetts, Long Island and Upstate New York, and Maine are where we crawled from before creating a home together.  Anyway they mean a lot to me, and so does feeling like a mother . making, holding,  and looking at things. you should try it, ima get off this weird site and join my things in that other place now

18x24

charcoal drawling

this one's for my mom

she needs to see where her money went.

 should i mention her biased to figurative work?

thats not really an issue, as i like to kick it in that arena too? I don't know how I feel about it as ART but cartographical mark-making on flat surfaces or how a line can lead a life, mapping a space and falsely alluding dynamism.  Drawing is the experience of this collapsed physical space, regardless of phenomena that occurs in it, like a stage. Anyway here are some photos I took with my cell phone for you mama.

there's a gentleness

looking down versus looking up

is it found when you are lowered to the ground

tying your laces, tripping and falling

the sophistication and treasures of the small child

buried in the bubble gum cigarette butt fossils

 

 no i'm not finished with you yet, dear chil'en.

pokes in roof top

garlic net

 

  

Black and White Paper on Paper

part of an ongoing collage series, 11"x24"

January 2010

Last year, Collective Concepts PR(CCPR) and About Time Boutique joined forces to bring to Crown Heights their 2nd Annual Kid's Day Event.  I was asked to present something artistic and playful with the children so with the help of two friends, we made a family of puppets and a stage.  With music by Talking Heads and Pixies the kids sang along.  The children made "Where is My Hand?" a parody of "Where is My Mind?" 

Here's a photo taken by my friend, Tom Curcuruto

 

 

(cell phone photography) my mother during our thanksgiving holiday in pittsburgh

daisy and frederic on our way back