Here is my attempt number one! I was starting to get really stuck in my head with the engineering aspects, so I headed to Michael's for a hands-on approach. As a reminder, this is with the artist's permission to reference the Heather Clements book, "Pull Me Apart".
Despite the fact that I tried to start with the simplest option there were plenty of mis-steps and over, complications. But I'm pleased with the result and can move on to our next pop up options. Wish me luck!
Pull Pedge Apart; Pop Up Pedge
*these take so much time I'll have to limit it to once a week probs
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Heather Clements is an artist creating work from her inner-most weirdo. Her cut paper, drawings, oil paintings, watercolors, and murals represent a symbiotic relationship with nature, and a deep dive into the subconscious psyche. Through her art, she hopes to move others to develop a deeper connection with their own natural surroundings. That bond encourages stronger mental health and more sustainable practices. In recent years, she has explored creating interactive art, combining watercolor, paper-cutting, and playful elements like pull-tabs and spin wheels to create art that moves and reveals hidden elements. These have recently been published in her completely interactive book called “Pull Me Apart.” Heather has even combined interactivity with her large-scale murals as several interactive murals now featured across the country. Her art is for sale, and often available as fine art giclée prints. Also an art instructor, Heather encourages anyone with the inclination to create their own art. Her instruction is both highly educational and enjoyable to promote better mental health through the act of creating. A lifelong artist, Heather dedicates her life to art, improving mental health, and the environment.
Ahhhhhh! Muuuuuuch better. The ironic thing about trusting your intuition and letting flow happen is that inevitably you end up with better results, as least as far as I can tell. When you don't entitle yourself to an outcome, something arrives so much more easily. I won't do too many collages, but it is a main staple of Surrealism. This just so happened to be paired with a poem by Sylvia Plath called "A Birthday Present". Pedge breathes a sigh of relief....I think I better start organizing these on a different bookshelf....
Triggers; I didn't realize it at the time, but this poem discusses un-alive ideation, which doesn't seem odd for Sylvia Plath at all...
Pull Pedge Apart; Pop Up Pedge
What is this, behind this veil, is it ugly, is it beautiful?
It is shimmering, has it breasts, has it edges?
I am sure it is unique, I am sure it is what I want.
When I am quiet at my cooking I feel it looking, I feel it thinking
'Is this the one I am too appear for,
Is this the elect one, the one with black eye-pits and a scar?
Measuring the flour, cutting off the surplus,
Adhering to rules, to rules, to rules.
Is this the one for the annunciation?
My god, what a laugh!'
But it shimmers, it does not stop, and I think it wants me.
I would not mind if it were bones, or a pearl button.
I do not want much of a present, anyway, this year.
After all I am alive only by accident.
I would have killed myself gladly that time any possible way.
Now there are these veils, shimmering like curtains,
The diaphanous satins of a January window
White as babies' bedding and glittering with dead breath. O ivory!
It must be a tusk there, a ghost column.
Can you not see I do not mind what it is.
Can you not give it to me?
Do not be ashamed—I do not mind if it is small.
Do not be mean, I am ready for enormity.
Let us sit down to it, one on either side, admiring the gleam,
The glaze, the mirrory variety of it.
Let us eat our last supper at it, like a hospital plate.
I know why you will not give it to me,
You are terrified
The world will go up in a shriek, and your head with it,
Bossed, brazen, an antique shield,
A marvel to your great-grandchildren.
Do not be afraid, it is not so.
I will only take it and go aside quietly.
You will not even hear me opening it, no paper crackle,
No falling ribbons, no scream at the end.
I do not think you credit me with this discretion.
If you only knew how the veils were killing my days.
To you they are only transparencies, clear air.
But my god, the clouds are like cotton.
Armies of them. They are carbon monoxide.
Sweetly, sweetly I breathe in,
Filling my veins with invisibles, with the million
Probable motes that tick the years off my life.
You are silver-suited for the occasion. O adding machine——-
Is it impossible for you to let something go and have it go whole?
Must you stamp each piece purple,
Must you kill what you can?
There is one thing I want today, and only you can give it to me.
It stands at my window, big as the sky.
It breathes from my sheets, the cold dead center
Where split lives congeal and stiffen to history.
Let it not come by the mail, finger by finger.
Let it not come by word of mouth, I should be sixty
By the time the whole of it was delivered, and too numb to use it.
Only let down the veil, the veil, the veil.
If it were death
I would admire the deep gravity of it, its timeless eyes.
I would know you were serious.
There would be a nobility then, there would be a birthday.
And the knife not carve, but enter
Pure and clean as the cry of a baby,
And the universe slide from my side.
Oi. It's always the ones that seem the easiest that inadvertently become the hardest. But I'm proud of myself for posting this one because it's not quite right. The track is off and I didn't follow any guidelines which was a fun process albeit without exaction.
This was fun for a weekend jaunt. I've started multi-tasking a bit, and feeling a lull in my Surrealist pursuits. It IS the last week anyhow before I switch styles, but the pop up art will continue for at least another month. I've had a few enraging experiences lately and I feel Pedge understands....
Series Masterlist
"I want people to be safe and protected. I want to live on the right side of history. I am an immigrant. My parents are refugees from Chile. We fled a dictatorship and I was privileged enough to grow up in the United States after asylum in Denmark. I stand by those protections, always. Keep telling the stories, keep expressing yourself and keep fighting to be who you are. Fuck the people that try to make you scared, you know? And fight back…".
Pedro Pascal, Cannes "Eddington" 2025
Just a reminder that I am directly referencing Heather Clements fantastic book "Pull Me Apart" with her permission. She is currently working on Volume 2 and also has a course on Domestika. I think I'll probably do about ten of these, exploring different iterations, paper cutting and engineering before moving on to a different artistic style.
Pull Pedge Apart; V-Fold
Pull Pedge Apart; Pull Tab
Pull Pedge Apart; Flower Eyes
Pull Pedge Apart; Rotation
Pull Pedge Apart; The Last of Us Pull Tab
Pull Pedge Apart; The Scream Pull Tab
Pull Pedge Apart; HBO Pull Tab
Pull Pedge Apart; Pop Up Pedge SWOL
Pull Pedge Apart; Drive Away Dolls
Pull Pedge Apart; Sunshine Pull Tab
Pull Pedge Apart; Bee and a Tree Pull Tab
Pull Pedge Apart; Vanity Fair Spin Wheel
Pull Pedge Apart; Cut-Out
Pull Pedge Apart; Accordion Tab
