Val Sivilli

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“UNPACKING THE WILD BEAST” OPENS IN FRENCHTOWN, NJ.

For Immediate Release:

May 29th, 2015

John Schmidtberger

Schmidtberger Fine Art Gallery

10 Bridge Street, Suite 7, Frenchtown, NJ 08825

908.268.1700

http://www.sfagallery.com

“UNPACKING THE WILD BEAST” OPENS IN FRENCHTOWN, NJ.

Schmidtberger Fine Art Gallery in Frenchtown, NJ is pleased to announce the debut exhibit of local artist Val Sivilli “Unpacking The Wild Beast”. This show runs from June 1st through July 11th with an opening reception for the artist on Saturday, June 20th from 5-8pm. Light refreshments will be served. This event is free and open to the public. The gallery is located in a first-floor suite in the historic Gem building, at 10 Bridge Street.

Unpacking the Wild Beast is a show celebrating the inner beast and the art created when that creature is set free.

Unpacking the Wild Beast Features paintings and a graphic novel created during Sivilli’s residency at the Helene Wurlitzer Foundation in Taos, New Mexico. A unique opportunity for this artist—the residency provided Sivilli the chance to fully devote herself to her art, without distractions, in an entirely new and supportive setting. After a few fits and starts, Sivilli began to produce a series of canvases based loosely on her graphic novel “The Wild Boar (bore)”. Using acrylic, oil stick, and oil/acrylic on canvas Sivilli created vibrant, abstract works, rich in pattern and layered color. They clearly show the delight the artist experienced while making them.

When Sivilli left for her three-month residency her initial intention was to create a graphic novel. The paintings were an unexpected growth of the novel project that took on a life of their own. Sivilli says, Before I left for Taos, I had a goal to create pages of this story with paintings that incorporated text. That didn’t work out. But what did work out, was that the paintings became their own entity. The drawings and text or the books became their own entity. They informed each other.”

Val Sivilli earned her undergraduate degree from SUNY/Purchase, and aB.F.A. degree in printmaking, ceramics, and painting from Alfred University. She went on to receive an M.F.A. in printmaking and painting from the Mason Gross School of the Arts

Sivilli also works in the graphic design field, both locally and nationally. She founded “Civilian Art” an enterprise in which her graphic designs arescreen-printed on clothing and textiles. Sivilli was a co-founder of The Steamroller Gallery, a fine art cooperative in Frenchtown, NJ. Sivilli has exhibited widely, in shows such as Johnson and Johnson’s New Jersey Artist SeriesSINGING HEAD at the Center for Contemporary Art in Bedminster, NJ. and many others.


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Respecting ANGER  or the problem with not showing anger.

I want to believe that if someone is saying something nice and loving to me, it is not because they are trying to hide their anger.

When you are pissed off at someone, you’re just pissed off. Many times, there is good reason for being pissed off. Most often than not, there exists a misunderstanding that is creating the anger. If one doesn’t reveal the anger, how real is communication , anyway? If we always couch our anger in palatable forms, how can we ever truly communicate how we really feel.

Embedding angry emotions within nice-nice language make nice language meaningless. That last thing that nice language should be is meaningless. Being able to have a good damn argument about something that is important is a skill we a losing by vilifying anger.

Anger deserves some respect.

Ok, granted, a good damn argument can result in some truly horrific consequences. But what I am saying is that anger is an honest emotion. Just as love is an honest emotion. Just as sorrow is an honest emotion. If someone is angry,  then the responsibility to listen to “why” is the burden of the recipient. If the recipient merely gets angry – or shuts off –  because someone is angry at them, then that is a problem.

Current trends in proper behavior have shortcircuited a very important channel of communication. Listening. LISTENING! We just don’t listen to each other. When I fuck up, and someone gets angry because I fucked up, I need to listen, stare myself down, and if I deem it worthy, try to fix the problem. Problems are not always fixable, but the acknowledgement that I am trying, respects the anger.

Anger deserves respect.

End.


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“I am the Beast” just the text

  1. I am the Wildest Boar.
  2. Or could it be that I am the wildest bore?
  3. I’m not sure sometimes but it probably doesn’t matter, at least not to me. It is not necessary to get philosophical about it or to even define the possibility of my existence.
  4. I am aware that I am inside of here, so then, if all things real and unreal are defined as they should be, I exist. I am here. And that is, as they say, that.
  5. I tend to sleep a lot. I snore.
  6. Snippets of the outside world occasionally seep their way into the fluids surrounding my body.
  7. The sounds that make their way through tend to be  muffled and mysterious.
  8. If I listen very, very carefully, I can make out a word or two. And if I am lucky, I can string together a few words and they might mean something.
  9. Over time, some of the sounds are getting familiar. They tend to create a comprehensive concept, even if each single syllable is not decipherable.
  10. That, my friend, is a good day!
  11. At times, there is bone. A hard, sudden jolt the makes us both cry out in pain.
  12. Then, everything changes.
  13. Conversations occur. If the syllables of the words have clarity, then I can be certain that they are from inside the body I inhabit.
  14. I’m thinking it must be what we know as “ internal dialogue.”
  15. When a creature gets bored it gets naughty. For fun, I add a word or two here or there to that dialogue.
  16. Granted these might not really be my true opinions,  just a little game to keep myself entertained.
  17. For some reason, those randomly placed words seem to pack a real punch.
  18. Everything changes AGAIN!  But in a different way. The atmosphere becomes muddy, unclear and uncertain.
  19. I can feel the patterns of the universe shift around me.
  20. I don’t  really  know why I keep doing it, but I think that if I had a little more wiggle room in this container, I would probably tend towards causing less trouble in my own neighborhood.
  21.  Silly me.