Art by Lauren Berley: National Art Exhibit (USA)

musings May 25, 2015

Fantastic discovery this morning. A great big thank-you to Artist Portfolio Magazine for jurying me into this national exhibit.

Artist Portfolio Magazine

Artist Portfolio Magazine

National Art Exhibit

Lauren Berley

Lauren Berley’s work in multiple disciplines mirrors her cinematic and intimate experience of the world, polarity, and what it means to be human. For two decades, Lauren’s photography has been seen in publications and projections on both coasts and abroad. Her award-winning written, spoken, and cinematic works have been screened and installed in museums, galleries, historical institutions, and educational facilities across the United States.

In her twenties, Lauren began her career photographing young Hollywood, stretching beyond the basic needs of agents and publicists to develop the raw and honest style that represents her own nature in all mediums. Over the years she has brought insatiable, edgy curiosity to her work, becoming a theoretical anthropologist and bringing forth her whimsical-yet-cutting discoveries on wood, paper, screen, and canvas.

“I have never lived on the surface,” says Lauren, “I can’t function there.”

Title Urchin Debut   Medium 	Oil and Charcoal on Canvas   Size 	18 in x 24 in Title Urchin Debut

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countdown to santa fe

musings, On Art and Culture, travel, wanderlust May 24, 2015

Dream Studio 2I’m having a tough time staying present because Thursday I’m off to Santa Fe and Taos with my Mom.  It is her maiden voyage and I have faith in that she will be completely overtaken in splendor.

My first item of business is a prickly-pear margarita at The Shed, the magenta-colored one I’ve been thinking about since my last trip in 2013.  And the stuffed tempura-fried squash blossoms at La Fonda.

And then… nothing but good art!   I have a pile of artists’ cards from last time and I’m really excited to see some again. And there are new artists I’ve discovered through social media… and a whole week to adventure without commitments!

Field of Vision.

musings, On Art and Culture, Showings December 8, 2014

Field of Vision Card


 

I had a great time at the opening of “Field of Vision” and the Red Brick Center for the Arts in Aspen last Thursday.  A great big thank-you to my friends and family who came to support me and my work, and to the curator, Angie Callen, for including me in a selection of very diverse and talented artists of all media.  Thank you to the Board of Directors for your esteemed dedication to the Arts.

I met some really wonderful people and reconnected with a few familiar faces.  It’s so lovely to show in Aspen, the town where I spent half my youth.


 

Gallery Wall

I have eleven pieces in the show, all images from the summer of 2013 in the Basalt Community Garden. There, at dawn’s break, is where I formed a relationship with the life cycle of the flower and its beautiful ebb and flow of three seasons.


 

Lauren and Bob Braudis 1

Here I am with ex-Aspen Sheriff Bob Braudis.


 

Lauren and Sherriff Joe DiSalvo

The new Aspen Sheriff, Joe DiSalvo, is no stuffed shirt either.


Seth and Erika

My brother, Seth Berley, with his squeeze, Erika.


 

Lauren and Kaelins

Catching up with Stascha and Stefan Kaelin, lifelong friends of Dad.

Lauren and Kaelins 2


Lauren and Mom

My Mom was in town for the celebration.


Lauren and Angie Callen

Curator Angie Callen is awesome.


Lauren and Bob Braudis 2

No Regrets.

humans being, musings, On Art and Culture, wanderlust October 21, 2014

No Regrets

Regret is something I have no desire to cultivate.  To live life in the present, to be mindful, thoughtful, and deliberate… that’s the goal.  I don’t think most people go into something with the well-developed intention of hurting or taking from another.  I believe most people operate from a place of survival, and from that place it’s nearly impossible to make well-considered choices, let alone separate emotion from practical matters.  From survival there is no action, only reaction, the breeding ground for regret, if ego backs off long enough for regret to even take root.

Regret for missed opportunities?  One who got away?  A hare-trigger temper?  Not me.  What regret, then, do I have?  They say everybody has them… I suppose I regret the way I saw myself when I was younger… how many years I wasted feeling inadequate because I compared myself to others, instead of honoring what I bring to the table.  I regret giving myself away to people who could not appreciate me, instead of being patient and seeking out those who could, and then basing my own worth on the neglect of the broken.  That’s about my only regret. Any others I have attended to… apologies, incompletes…  I saw this tattoo on a woman’s forearm and asked what the English translation is.  “No regrets,” she said with a grin.

 

Hero.

On Art and Culture December 21, 2013

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With the Daughters of the American Revolution, I handed out Christmas gifts to the war veterans at the Home for the Heroes in Los Angeles.  Most of these men had no living family or friends.  Many were unable to speak.  Even more were unable to move from their chairs or beds.  Some were very happy, and rejoiced in our good company, while the sadness of others could be deeply interpreted in the silence.  Antiseptic and incapacity filled the hallways with clinical doom, accommodations sparse and scarcely individual.  Outbursts, involuntary movements, and blank stares left a haunted me longing to feel more, to question, to comprehend.  Volunteers chirped: “Merry Christmas and thank you for your service!”  But I, a mere child on this day, struggled to muster cheer, questions swirling behind incredulous eyes that stung from tears I’d willed into remission.  Behind silent blank stares were powerful beings whose outer simply could not deliver the inner wellspring of life, history, and the extraordinary.  “Heroes.”  Not an unfamiliar term for me.  Two post-9/11 years of media relations lent various allusions and tributes to our heroes maybe 50,000 times in my workflow, yet this was another reality to examine.  Celebrating our heroes is the very least one could have done, or could ever do.  What celebration is there for the soul imprisoned by war evermore,  the life force caught in a vessel that cannot express its vitality beneath the casing?  Where is the victory in man without family, friends, or voice to share what little joy not eradicated by post traumatic stress, physical pain, or confinement.  This is the prize of a hero: a soul imprisoned in a lifeless body, a mind cursed with only the past to relate to… a hopeless state where present and future have no ground to lay a track of possibility and hope.  There is no greater Hell than one whose life is limited to the past, and yet, this is the lifetime sentence for a war hero.   “Thank you for your service…” to whom?  Who are they serving in a war that will never be over for them, because there is nowhere to go moving forward?  For what must nations fight?  How archaic is weaponry in the name of religion, commodities, and nationalistic pride?  For whom is this service rendered?