Terrence Boyd

Moving “The Neverlands” from drawings to intaglio

boydleservice — Sat, 17 Nov 2012 20:27:15 +0000

The longer I worked on The Neverlands series, the more I struggled to purpose in the materials used (pen & ink). I was always taught that “the medium [must be] the message” and that a work shouldn’t just aesthetically exist without a concept and the appropriate context to carry it out.

Instead of continuing this work in pen & ink, I’m starting to shift the series to intaglio prints to better connect with J.M. Barrie’s text and artist, Francis Donkin Bedford’s illustrations.

Barrie’s 12 chapters
& Bedford’s 12 illustrations
call for 12 The Neverlands prints.

Halfway mark

boydleservice — Mon, 12 Nov 2012 22:40:01 +0000

I just cut & neatly packed my 25th shirt (of 50). I’m starting to wonder if this process would be as meaningful to others outside the context of my family and my experience (grieving then and sewing now). Maybe this process of cut/sew/repurpose could be offered to families who have recently lost someone & are painstakingly deciding the fate of the hundreds of yards of orphaned material.

If the “clothes make the man”, I wonder if the fabric still holds true in defining the individual once that man is no longer here.

Neverlands 1

boydleservice — Thu, 01 Nov 2012 17:28:01 +0000

2nd drawing in the Neverland Series pre-mylar.

Seam Ripper

boydleservice — Thu, 01 Nov 2012 17:25:00 +0000

First shirt cut. I was always taught as an artist not to “give a shit” about over-thinking any artistic practice or method, but this was the most painstakingly and OCD I have ever been with a medium.

My initial thoughts on a final object is constructing one shirt from all of the shirts.

LOL IS THIS YOU

boydleservice — Thu, 01 Nov 2012 17:19:19 +0000

Oil painting exploring the culturally excepted narcissism seen on social networking websites – more specifically, misleading profile portraites.

My Father’s Shirts

boydleservice — Thu, 01 Nov 2012 17:13:09 +0000

This is start of a new body of work. I recently emptied out my deceased father’s closet at my family’s house in Wilkins Township, PA after collecting dust for 5 year. I removed them with the intent of disassembling, joining and repurposing them into a bolt of fabric. It’s a very ambitious and emotional process and I’m hesitant to solidify the concept behind the work. I’m finding it difficult to give purpose to objects that already are contextually dense.