Friday, November 27, 2009

Megan Chapman: Small works

I am very excited to announce that I will have four paintings in the 20th annual exhibition of small and miniature work by selected artists at Aaron Gallery in Washington D.C. this December! I hope everyone in the D.C. area will visit the Aaron Gallery and Dupont Circle Galleries for First Friday Gallery Walk on December 4th from 6-8pm. I am thrilled to have my work selected for this group exhibition. I thought you might enjoy a preview of the selected works.

You came with fire
mixed media on canvas, 10x10" $275

© 2009 Megan Chapman

Behind the Whispers
mixed media on canvas, 20x16" $375
© 2009 Megan Chapman

mixed media on canvas, 20x16" $375
© 2009 Megan Chapman

All things fall to the side
mixed media on canvas, 10x10" $275
© 2009 Megan Chapman

In other exciting news, I will be debuting an entirely new body of work at the DDP gallery in Fayetteville Arkansas, during the first Thursday art walk December 3rd from 5-8pm. I am putting the finishing touches on these works, that combine my love of photography and written word. These blocks are a precursor to my 100 flashes of memory series, and I am very excited to share them with the public. Additional photographs will be posted here soon so watch this space for updates as the week progresses. This new project has been a labor of love and a challenge, and very inspiring for me.

This is a wonderful and productive time in my art career and I am glad to share it with you. If you need any additional information about these works or galleries please feel free to contact me or leave a comment.

Monday, October 26, 2009

Make a plan...

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

I'm sorry

Saturday, October 3, 2009

Visions of Darkness

Friday, September 25, 2009

This secret place.

Another Autumn.
Time is moving at warped speed.
Soon it will be Christmas again.
Then another birthday...
We have to slow this place down.
We have to slow this pace down.
Let's all concentrate really hard.
S L O W.... D O W N....

When I listen to music I lose track of this world
That is why things move so quickly.
Where have I been?
In dreams.

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Maggie's World

© Megan Chapman 2009

I have not forgotten you.

Things have changed.
Yes, they have.
This was a special place where I shared special things
Now there are newer places where I share special things.
With many people everyday.
Doesn't mean you weren't the first
or that you weren't an epiphany.

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Non sequitur

© Megan Chapman 2009
morning quickly forgotten
I can see it all coming together now...

Saturday, July 25, 2009

Saturday, July 11, 2009

One Hundred Flashes of Memory...

It's a concept, an inspiration, a hope and maybe even a pipe dream. One hundred flashes of memory is the idea that is keeping me up at night and excited in the studio. It has nothing to do with painting, selling, or anything that I am used to, and this is a wonderful feeling.

As you have become aware if you are still reading this blog, I am enamored with photography and I really want to explore this further. These are some of my ideas of how I will use a selection of my daily blips to create a large body of work and a multimedia experience. It started with the old idea of wanting to invite people into my brain. I think this is a common want among people, to share their unique vision of the world; "If you could just see things like I do." I also think this is an intimate encounter that I want to experience with the viewer, or perhaps I should say I am ready to share with the viewer.

I have started working on 100 3x3" wood blocks, covered in distressed and tarnished copper and silver leaf. My photographs are then mounted atop that, and then wax and resin are applied to make a foggy layer you must see through to find your way back to the image, which usually already has a dreamlike quality. These blocks may also have words or stories written around the sides to shed light on the image or the story behind it.

The small scale of the work is a reaction to/against the sometimes large and overwhelming works found in museums. I envision these blocks hanging in a grid on one wall of a gallery or perhaps lining the perimeter of the gallery as well. The majority of colors for this body of work are shades of black, white, greys and a sickly pale yellow- unlike my richly colored paintings.

The ideas expressed in this work will be about the ability to make ones day or life into a series of stories. There are multiple ways to view life, and many of us use stories to get us through it. There are also multiple versions to each story, especially as the viewer brings there own stories to the work. Some of these stories will be "true" and others fiction- no one will know which are which. Some concepts I plan to explore

inside my brain (an invitation)
broken happy things
waking dreams
strange environments

Stories to explore:
a black and white plastic guitar with red plastic strings singing songs for the dead
crawling under the table to listen to the earth move
white gloved hands motioning in the night
there is a chair with a skeleton sitting attached to the moon and it keeps turning

I also hope to use spoken and recorded words and stories, with music inspired (or fitting) these concepts or blocks. I have been talking with Swedish musician, Af Bellinde about creating certain pieces of music for a block or two or for the blocks as a whole. His music has always inspired me, and I think his sounds would add to the inner dream world imagery that my photography mostly explores. He has agreed to collaborate as his time allows. I am very excited about this potential collaboration. I may have ipod stations set up through out the gallery that would correspond to certain blocks so that the viewer can put on headphones and go deeper into the experience of the isolated block and the sounds inspired or associated with it.

So, this is what I have been thinking and dreaming of, this excites me and reminds me of the past, specifically of my BFA books project. It has been ten years since I have been out of art school and here I am still working, still painting, still growing, still exploring.
This is what is it all about...

One hundred flashes of memory...
I will keep you posted as this progresses.

pictured above Hover ©2009 Megan Chapman

Monday, June 22, 2009

Take this literally.

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Sunday, May 31, 2009

Saturday, May 30, 2009

Monday, May 18, 2009

Friday, May 15, 2009

Saturday, April 11, 2009

I've seen it all...

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Foiled again

Rejected as I have been every year for the past six.
This time I even had to ask for it..
thank you may I have another....
actually no - because I am done.

You will not get my submission fee on year seven.
and that's a promise.

Sunday, April 5, 2009

I adore you...

Saturday, April 4, 2009


Friday, April 3, 2009

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

they say a watched pot

won't ever boil...

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

so many faces.

Monday, March 30, 2009

inspiration like a rocket.

My feet are gold
I dance in chalk
I shake
I shake
I shake.

New ideas for a new series of etsy paintings.

Sunday, March 29, 2009

Sunday Smile.

I am trying for one.
(and yes I have posted this before but that won't stop me from doing it again)

Saturday, March 28, 2009

Neglecting you.

I've been neglecting my "secret" blog here a bit.
What do you want to know..
What can I say?
I've been busy.
This upcoming Friday the studio blog comes back.
I am not sure what that will entail.
I just don't know if I can give advice anymore..
Right now I feel like taking all my art off of myspace and replacing it with my photographs.
I don't know what has come over me.
I have been so busy and now I am not but really I am, it seems I am always busy, because I am always blowing something off that I should be doing. So then it is always lurking in the back of my mind. Oh well that is life.
Here is a music video. I hope you enjoy it.

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Armed with a list and she means it.

Notice how it does not say anything about putting my studio back together.
Laundry is in..
What's next.

Monday, March 23, 2009

In boxes

The studio is out of the gallery
but not yet up the steep stairs
It is in boxes, in pieces, and all around me.
Today- I am paralyzed.
So many things I should do but I just can't seem to move.
I will allow myself this today.
and begin again.

That's a promise...

Friday, March 20, 2009

filled with secrets

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

The freshest...

These new works were created while working in my studio installation as part of my current exhibition Selective Evidence at the ddp gallery.

A Small Map of the Past
mixed media on canvas
Megan Chapman 2009
(sold today while drying in the gallery window!!)

Desire Suspended
mixed media on canvas
Megan Chapman 2009

The Connection is Sealed
mixed media on canvas
Megan Chapman 2009

A Promise
mixed media on canvas
Megan Chapman 2009

Sunday, March 15, 2009

sunday never ends...

Friday, March 13, 2009


"Oh, how I love you
And in the evening, when we are sleeping..."

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

tonight is just fine...

"If you want something don't ask for nothing,
if you want nothing don't ask for something!"

Monday, March 9, 2009

Selective Evidence: The opening

if you want to see it bigger

How much happiness can you take?

Daffodils from my front yard, grown from the bulbs I planted.
I picked myself a bouquet as I returned from a morning walk.
Soon I am going to the coffee shop, then the gallery, and then I will paint while I listen to only the best music and plan my next move.

What is your next move?

Sunday, March 8, 2009

It's glorious...

sun, rain slicked roads, birds singing, flowers blooming, trees budding out, people buying art, another year older, and for now, today, yesterday, and the day before this is the ticket. I hope tomorrow will bring more of the same...

Friday, March 6, 2009

a good feeling and more to come.

I tried to drown my sorrows, but the bastards learned how to swim, and now I am overwhelmed by this decent and good feeling.
-Frida Kahlo

Thursday, March 5, 2009

This is art.

"I'm not a drowning man!
And I'm not a burning building! I'm a tumbler!
Drowning cannot hurt a man!
Fire cannot hurt a man. Not the Government Man.

All I want is to breathe [Thank you. Thank you.]
Won't you breathe with me?
Find a little space...So we move in-between
And keep one step ahead of yourself."

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

a talisman of sorts...

this used to work...

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

for you...

Monday, March 2, 2009

White Chalk

Today I clean and gather up the 15 pieces of "Selective Evidence" for my next solo exhibition at the DDP gallery in Fayetteville Arkansas. After I take the work over there today, this evening I will move two easels, two light stands, my paint stand, my cubby (where I keep my supplies in order) and I will to the best of my ability recreate my studio in the galleries space. It is all about stories; people love stories. They want to see the tools, the paint splattered, they want to see into the little window of my soul. They want to see that place where they usually are not allowed. Step into the process. From then on when they see my paintings they will remember my paint encrusted easel, the brand of oil paint I use, the blotter paper scattered on the floor, the music that is always in the air. They will have a picture and a story. I hope they take paintings home too.

There will be pictures of course later. Practicalities.
Pieces of Evidence scattered across the ether, because you need a story too.

Sunday, March 1, 2009

I am just...

I am just smeared mascara
bruises and a bottle of beer
Something you can log in and out of
Something to help you disappear
(as I disappear too...)

All that's left of me is fiction
Just a flicker on your screen
Just a far away story
Just a lonely person's dream

In the dark the glow won't save me
In the dark its all the same
Another day another tomorrow
Another story to keep you entertained

I am just
too much time
I am just
a list of chores
I am just
a phone I will not answer

Saturday, February 28, 2009

wake up wake up wake up!

Dreamy snowy day.
but it is time to wake up.
get things done.
so many things...

Friday, February 27, 2009

Happiness is ...

1.a great blip
2.paying the bills (mostly)
3.feeling useful
4.feeling creative
5.a pot of coffee and no where to go
6.a good walk
7.a free movie
8.a good book on my shelf to read
9.a library of music
10.brilliant friends

I am also happy the breakfast club get to dance to a good song.

Thursday, February 26, 2009

Note to self...

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Monday, February 23, 2009

In a series of stories

She said do you remember before you blogged or networked or regularly emailed "strangers?"

Do you remember before myspace, facebook, and all the other various profile pages? Do you remember before you had an international audience? Do you remember before the love festival of receiving and returning online compliments? Do you remember before you compulsively checked your emails and posts to see if anyone cared? Do you remember sleeping through the night?

She said do you remember being lonely and watching bad TV instead?
Do you remember answering your phone and calling your friends?
Do you remember not being a voyeur and not expressing yourself in sound bites and witty catch phrases? Do you remember being private and guarded? Do you remember when you didn't have to remember a dozen passwords and aliases?

Remember the wind on your face and the sun at your back?
Do you? How did it feel? Does this feel better?
She said she didn't remember...

Sunday, February 22, 2009

secret worlds

thirty minutes too early...

All is quiet

Saturday, February 21, 2009

New Dawn Fades...

"A change of speed, a change of style.
A change of scene, with no regrets,
A chance to watch, admire the distance..."

Friday, February 20, 2009

"I am not the monster I used to be..."

"I am awake again and put upon"

I'm sorry but I'm in love...

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Where I work

I love the steep wooden stairs at 3am.
I love the slanting cracked and peeling walls that make me work for space and distance.
I love the old creaky oak floor splattered with paint.
I love the two windows that face east and west.
One day I won't work in this space but today I celebrate it.
All the painters that came before me working in their attics understand.

last night I slept until 6am...
just like a baby.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Monday, February 16, 2009

Tabula Rasa

"Have fun" you say...

but what is my project, my goal, my mission,
my expression now?

I'll take some time off, read and just watch films and try not to catch myself in the glare of the monitor. I will try to lay low, re-group and disappear for a while.

I feel a warm longing creep over me.

What comes next?
Not knowing is best.

Sunday, February 15, 2009

A Sunday Smile

Seventy five miles an active

"This ramblin' and rovin' has taken it's course..."

Friday, February 13, 2009

Fire and Noise Opens TONIGHT!

Tonight is the night!

Fire and Noise
Friday the 13th.
River Market ArtSpace
Little Rock Arkansas
Opening reception 5-8pm.
The show continues though March 7th.

I am excited, a little anxious and very ready.
Thank you all for everything.
I hope you will enjoy my Vlog!(I kept it under 3 minutes!!)


for more information.

Thursday, February 12, 2009

I feel like this...

"and I'll gamble away my fright
and I'll gamble away my time..."

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

I met you in 1995

and when I find you again you always take my breath away and take me to somewhere I want to go. So happy to see you and share you.

The Abbey in the Oakwood
(Abtei im Eichwald)
Caspar David Friedrich, 1809–10
Oil on canvas
110 × 171 cm
Alte Nationalgalerie, Berlin

Mind over time...

Strange Arrangements

This (mostly) secret place

I am up in the dark waiting...
They are 3.5 hours away on a dark downtown wall waiting...

I have so much to say but instead I'll just keep...

Monday, February 9, 2009


Sunday, February 8, 2009


"See what you've done to my heart..."

Painting done, the show is in place.
The house looks like an atom bomb hit it.
I look like an atom bomb hit me.

Sunday morning coming down...
In my cleanest dirty shirt.

and for the moment I am content.

Saturday, February 7, 2009

Studio Chaos. Midnight Chaos...

My studio table.
littered with studio debris.
The work is boxed and ready for travel.
After a sleepless night
I am like a live wire in water.