Introducing Carey Marvin: – Artist, Mother, Friend, Muse and Goldie collaborator, she has shared with us a selection of the soundtracks to her life:
(1) Burl Ives – Blue Tail Fly (Jimmy crack corn)/Big Rock Candy Mountain/The Little White Duck/ lollipop Tree
(2) Harry Belafonte – Day O
(3) Fats Waller -Your Feet’s too Big
(4)Woody Guthrie/ Pete Seeger -This Land is Your Land This Land is My Land
(5) Arlo Guthrie – Alice’s Restaurant
(6) Joan Baez – There but for Fortune
(7) Bob Dylan – can’t really choose! Mr.Tambourine Man/I’ll be your baby tonight/The times they are a changing……
(8) Billie Holliday – Strange Fruit
(9) Ella Fitzgerald- all/Cry me a River
(10) Sondheim – again very hard to choose: losing My Mind/I’m Still Here/What more Do I Need/Pretty Women/
(11) Alison Kraus – When You Say nothing at All
About Carey – In her own words:
I usually describe myself as a New York Jew, as I identify as belonging to both parts and have rarely been mistaken for anything else! However in these politically charged times, I feel the need to elaborate on this factual description. My grandparents left Imperial Russia in the 1890s to escape the Pogroms and persecution, making their way to New York City.
I was born in 1954 into a family of cultured and politically progressive educated Jews. This history and their values form the core of my beliefs.
As a child I had ample unmanaged time to myself and my hands were never idle. I painted, knit, drew, read, stitched and wrote. I collected objects that fascinated me and looked at all forms of art.
These are the activities that have shape my life and give it meaning.
I received a Bachelor of Fine Arts from the School of Visual Arts, New York in 1976. I was a painter for many years. The language of gesture, the knowledge in the hands, the process of design, colour, composition, these are my tools, the tools that evolved my work into the craft of stitching, which relies on the same skills. My hands know the feel of the fabric, the pull of the threads. I work everywhere and when I walk I look for patterns and I think of stitches. I rarely leave the house without a piece of embroidery stuck in a pocket or hung around my neck, a needle carefully embedded.
Nothing is known or planned before it appears. I am not a designer. I follow a lead, obsessively looking for my way in the “mistakes” that inevitably occur. The design and the process of making are one and the same – anything a needle can pass through can be embellished and through the process transformed and enhanced. Nothing is wasted.