Pearle Northrop

Artist Statement
It wasn’t until I was in my twenties that I started taking what I do seriously and it took even longer to consider myself an artist. I love to paint whatever I can get my hands on from things as small as a Scrabble® piece to as big as a dresser and hopefully even bigger someday. Whatever it is I will paint it. I love transforming trash into treasure literally. Imagine that a chair that came from a dumpster (2006) made it into a museum (2009). It blows me away to think that something I did creates a sense of awe in a viewer’s eye.
I was talking to a friend a few years back about my love for furniture, my relationship with chairs in particular. There was a chair that I found discarded and ultimately forgotten. I came upon this chair accidentally. I wasn't looking for a relationship. Anyway, the chair was a very handsome chair with so many things to look at. His back was decorative; his arms were long and lean. His legs...I have never seen such beautiful legs. But he was beaten down. His self-esteem had long been worn out. His seat, which was repeatedly upholstered over years, was torn and faded. His stuffing was busting out revealing his age and loss of pride. Me, being a care taker and rescuer of sorts....picked up the chair and brought it home. He sat at the top of the stairs for a few weeks in a corner. My friends however saw this chair and commented on how ugly he was. They wondered why I had him in my home commenting on how dirty he was and how unattractive he was due to the years of neglect. I ignored them and kept him around. Finally one day I decided to put him on my coffee table and take the layers of cloth and wool stuffing off of his seat. Then I cleaned him, primed him and painted him black. Three months later I sat back and looked at him and this is what I saw.....A chair, a man restored...but not only restored but given a whole new purpose. He was beautiful again. He was unique and wonderful....The same chair that my friends were grossed out now a chair that they ask permission to touch. Amazing.....One thing is for certain...NOTHING STAYS THE SAME! Change is inevitable and what is ugly or dirty or discarded as trash can be saved, can be rescued and can be made shinier than new!
Taking discarded forgotten pieces and giving them their self-esteem back is a passion for me. Living in a world where we discard things so easily I’d like to think I am making an itty bitty difference.
Pearle Northrop

Friday, April 22, 2011

It's where my head goes....

The music is flowing through my house. The paint is glistening as I place each dot on this vase I am working on. My head is spinning with thought...from one life happening to the next~ I feel as if I am getting lost in the maze that has been my life. I have hit a lot of Dead Ends! Whoa! Back tracking to another path that perhaps leads me to a groovier way of living. I think I am on the right path now...
Amazing...I start painting and my head head head journeys through time with ease and grace. It's like dreaming out loud while I am awake! Is it safe to say that each piece I create no matter how big or small is a puzzle piece of my dreams? For sure! Absolutely! Only in my dreams do dot dot dots equal beauty in a Pearle♥ way of thinking....Two objects intermingling to be one!
I can't imagine I am the only one that feels or thinks this way...when the inspiration hits, when the outside world pauses so not to interrupt...Get lost in the forest of creation! ♥
God has given me something that is unique to me
No matter the difficulties...It will be the Gifts of God that get me through
Reagan Took this picture! Look up!

1 comment:

  1. "It's like dreaming out loud while I am awake!"

    I like that, very poetic. :)

    Reagan did a good job with that photo! <3