Just a Rock: An installation by Whitney Polich

Opening Reception & First Friday Art Walklp-1.aspx
August 2, 2013
5 – 8 p.m.

Yoga for Wellness
220 6th St. S.
Great Falls, MT 59405
406.452.9642

Bio:
A native of Great Falls, MT, Whitney Polich grew up on a family farm that she continues to return to and has heavily influenced her practice. She received her Bachelors of Fine Art in Ceramics from The University of Montana with high honors and then spent several years in New Mexico teaching 2nd grade on the Navajo Reservation as a member of Teach for America. Her work is exhibited nationally, included in the permanent collection of the Montana Museum of Art and Culture, and recently held a solo exhibition as the Artist in Residence at the Paris Gibson Square Museum of Contemporary Art, MT. Currently, Ms. Polich is pursuing her Masters of Fine Art in Studio Art through the Sam Fox School of Art and Design at Washington University in St. Louis.

For more information, visit www.whitneypolich.wordpress.com

About the Show:

Just a Rock will be a mixed media installation inspired by the words of William Shakespeare:

Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile,
Hath not old custom made this life more sweet
Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods
More free from peril than the envious court?
Here feel we not the penalty of Adam,
The seasons’ difference, as the icy fang
And churlish chiding of the winter’s wind,
Which when it bites and blows upon my body
Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say
’This is no flattery. These are counsellors
That feelingly persuade me what I am.’
Sweet are the uses of adversity
Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous,
Wears yet a precious jewel in his head;
And this our life, exempt from public haunt,
Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
Sermons in stones, and good in everything. 

“The work draws on the simply beauty of rocks and explores the notion of finding sermons in stones. How can one see a thing as something other than what it appears to be? I come from a large family of rock lovers. My great grandfather was a rock hound, wading in cool creeks, picking up stones that would eventually be wrapped in silver as leather-strung bolos or belt buckles nestled under bulging bellies. Everyone has special rocks as children, tiny pebbles in tiny hands seem precious in our innocence… “– Whitney Polich

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