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Chandra Garsson

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Adam and Eve of the Studio Paradise 60"x53"
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Adam and Eve of the Studio Paradise II, with detail of Insomnia (Awakening) Installation
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Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden 72"x60"
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Adam and eve After the Fall 48"x60"
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Adam and Eve, Love at First Sight 37"x31"
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Adam and Eve at Home For the Evening
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Adam and Eve of the Hearts of the Hidden Interiors 48"x32"
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Adam and Eve of the Hands and Hearts 60"x47"
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Adam and Eve Before the Fall 33"x42"
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Galena Oil 60"x36" © Chandra Garsson
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Memento Mori 42"x36"x9"
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Prakriti I-V 33"x60"
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Premonition 96"x96"
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Insomnia (Awakening) Detail of Larger Installation
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Weep For Ocean/Weep For Earth Installation, Insomnia (awakening)
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Insomnia (Awakening) Part of Larger Installation
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Book of Knowledge
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Studio installation I
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Studio installation II
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Studio installation III
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Studio installation IV
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To Enter into Contact With the Tree
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Lottie Rose
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Three sisters
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Quick Facts
Birthplace
Los Angeles, California
Lives in
Oakland
Works in
Oakland
Representing galleries
Expressions, ProArts, Olga Dollar, Morphos, Fobbo-- a small history
Tags
blogging mixed-media surrealism drawing sculpture, resume, studio-lofts installation painting figurative
Statement

I live by a lake in a city considered dangerous by some.Every day I am treated to the sights and sounds of Pelicans, Canada Geese, Cormorants, Arctic terns, Snowy Egrets, Blue Herons, Kingfishers, Coots,  Ducks of many varieties. Construction Zones follow me. I fled one unwillingly at the behest of a landlord who would be king. Now in my lofty little nest on the sunny third floor, still construction haunts. Rennovation, first time ever foundation bolting down of a building ninety years old; disaster is averted perhaps,  in this land of earthquakes. I feel safer. In this city construction is a constant reminder that I too construct. I make art from paint on canvas, wood, found objects. I carry the painted dimension from two into three, and finally into what some call assemblage, I often simply refer to it as sculpture. I move by foot and by bicycle across a landscape I call home toward my newer smaller studio across town: an old Bank of America building, my corner donated by the now deceased owner, my friend, my Fairy Godmother. Now her son has inherited me. The rent is  happily affordable.