Javanese Batik Sarong

Javanese Batik Sarong

Javanese Batik Sarong Presentation by Elizaveta Buzytsky in 2021. More on the Studio EPB Batik practice can be found here. This is an example of a Javanese sarong or sarung, defined as a tubular skirt wrapped at the hips and ending at the ankles. The word sarung is...
Summer Solstice + Performance in Berlin

Summer Solstice + Performance in Berlin

Summer Solstice + Performance in Berlin June 2021   I am so pleased (and continuously awestruck by the power of time passing) to acknowledge the summer solstice of 2021. This is the time we celebrate long days and perhaps hot nights. A few things have been...
Art Making in the Time of Corona

Art Making in the Time of Corona

Art Making In The Time of Corona April 2021 With help from knowledgeable professionals, I have spent the last eight months building a new website dedicated to my multidisciplinary art practice. The site is studioepb.com. Our home base is in Bushwick, NY and despite...
Cord Cutting Archive

Cord Cutting Archive

Cord Cutting Archive View the project page for Suspension » All this stuff happening over the course of the year and what is interesting is I did not really know what was going on, because no one did. But I ordered these threads, these ropes the week before, and they...
Working, Resting

Working, Resting

Working, Resting During a studio visit last week, I spent five of the seven minutes I had talking about the spider mite infestation that has recently become a dominant organic process on our plants. Apparently, the mites had also infested my thoughts. “The plants are...
Visualizing Nouns

Visualizing Nouns

Visualizing Nouns LINK TO THE PROJECT PAGE »   PROCESS ENTRYFEBRUARY 11TH, 2021 We’ve organized, archived and cataloged most of the fibers paintings from the past eight years or so. I started writing about them, and then got tangled in the layers of meaning they...
Breaking Up

Breaking Up

Breaking Up LINK TO THE PROJECT PAGE »   I remember holding a paintbrush dripping with linseed oil and fragrant, viscous paint as it hovered over the canvas before making a mark. I remember the deliberation of what, how much, where and why to make a gesture in a...
Movement

Movement

Movement My mother took me to my first yoga class at the Center for Yoga of Seattle when I was sixteen years old. I was immediately mesmerized by the strange contraptions and straps hanging from the walls, curious to learn this mystical art of movement. I was not an...