“Mandy Greer: The Ecstatic Moment”, until September 14, 2014 at The Hudson River Museum

The Ecstatic Moment installation, Hudson River Museum

The Ecstatic Moment installation, Hudson River Museum

“Mandy Greer: The Ecstatic Moment” is currently running at The Hudson River Museum, Yonkers , NY, now until September 14, 2014.

And thrilling news, my first East Coast solo museum show was recently featured in a profile in the New York Times.              “Stitching Together Yarn, Memory and History” By SUSAN HODARA 

As well a review in the Westchester County paper “Enterprise News” by Jackie Lupo

And a review on Hyperallergic!  “A Crocheted Phantasmagoria on the Hudson”  by Allison Meier  and also

a review on Huffington Post Arts &Culture, “Artist Channels Ancient Myths, Fairy Tales…In Fantastical Crochet

The Ecstatic Moment is a multi-part immersive installation of fiber-based sculpture and costumes, photography, film and performance that encompasses the entire bottom floor of the museum.  It meanders through six different realms of colored walls and wallpaper, as well as sweeping up into their 24-foot high atrium.

MMMM Water Woman, 2009

MMMM Water Woman, 2009

Mater Matrix Mother and Medium: Waterfall , 2009-2013

Mater Matrix Mother and Medium: Waterfall , 2009-2013

Beginning with my on-going community-based project Mater Matrix Mother and Medium — begun in 2009 —   surrounding the two-story staircase, installed for the Hudson River Museum as a huge weighty Waterfall that you walk through and behind to enter the world below, referencing the massive sweeping beauty of the Hudson River just outside.  Once you descend, you are confronted  with your own image in a majestic floor-to-ceiling Eastlake Style mirror, engulfed by rough and beaded crocheted fiber tendrils of brown branching arms from my  Root Room installation.

The Ecstatic Moment entrance, with Eastlake style mirror and cabinet

The Ecstatic Moment entrance, with Eastlake style mirror and cabinet

EM_entrance_plaqueNext, an intricate Victorian ebonized case, filled with minerals I selected from the museum’s oddities when it used to be a natural history museum, along with stones I collected in Iceland and my travels across the country.  Surrounding this are pieces from my Zuster, Sweoster Systir photography series, a headdress made from yarn spun from my hair and my son’s , and a glittery beaded emerald chandelier from my work “Dare alla Luce”.

Earth and Forest realm

Earth and Forest realm

ebonized case ebonized_stone_detail

Dark Ferns, 2010, archival ink jet on watercolor paper

Dark Ferns, 2010, archival ink jet on watercolor paper

A photograph of my son embedded in the earth, his face ringed in turkey tail lichen collected from a Pacific Northwest forest and a blanket made from our matching hair, sits behind a large and delicate Victorian glass dome of many multicolored birds, from the Glenview Mansion on the grounds of HRM.  This is your introduction to the Earth and Forest realm, and the first experience of how the rest of the installation blends my history as an artist, natural history and historical objects of the museum’s collection of Victoriana and period decorative arts.

'Beholden" , 2010, archival ink jet

‘Beholden” , 2010, archival ink jet

Earth and Forest realm

Earth and Forest realm

green:brown bird dome Systir Headress_MMMMquilt

Double Green Man, 2011

Double Green Man, 2011

Along with work I’ve made from 2009-2014 –including elements specifically for The Hudson River Museum installation – I was given access to attic and basement storerooms  full of personal objects and collections from Hudson River Valley inhabitants from the past.  As someone who finds inspiration from dusty ruins and hidden secrets in fairy tales, this was like getting to briefly walk onto the set of Cocteau’s La Belle et la Bête, and take what I wanted!


Gold_dome detailAfter this verdant realm comes The Golden Sphere, a small window into dark shadows and of a glittering gold netherworld.  Illuminated by the intricately beaded ‘Honey Moon’, photographs of my husband as earthen man, pulling gold from the dirt, rich photographs on cotton rag hang suspended in 19th century gilt frames separated from their original paintings.  Here too is a repeated theme of selecting mirrors from the HRM collection, this one a mahogany stared inlaid Moroccan style, creating infinite view points into hidden realms, as it reflects back layers of Victorian bird and wax flowers under glass among my own paper flowers.

The Golden Cage, archival ink jet print, 2011

The Golden Cage, archival ink jet print, 2011

Honey Moon_detail_2011

‘The Honey Moon’, 2011, beads, fabric, yarn, mixed media

gold bird_frame

The Ruby Heart, 2011. archival ink jet photography

The Ruby Heart, 2011. archival ink jet photography

Gold_Dome_Temple photo

"The Golden Temple" , 2011, archival ink jet photography

“The Golden Temple” , 2011, archival ink jet photography

Gold sectionMy strategy for working these vintage collections into the installation was mostly intuitive, looking for things that I simply desired, as any obsessive collector might.   It often led me to pieces that were damaged or odd in their beauty.  Pieces that might draw out connections and memories in my work, always remembering that these were artifacts that decorated and defined space in intimate personal lives now gone.  My work too is laced with my own life and experiences, my old clothes, my hair, my husband’s, my son’s; old baby clothes shredded and dyed, trinkets and baubles from my grandmother, mixed with junk drawer keys and stones and seashells from travels.


silver-leafed stones and shells and natural history collections from Hudson River Museum archives in Eastlake-style Cabinet


Victorian specimen glass over coral from HRM collection


Dove, from Glenview Mansion

Dove, from Glenview Mansion

Notions of Travel moves through the next several realms, my own and the Victorian sense of exploration and the Cabinet of Curiosities of that time.  The Flesh/Lava realm, Ice/Water realm and Vermillion Room all contain work I’ve made inspired by residencies in Iceland, France and Italy.

"Vanitas", 2012, archival ink jet photography, shot in West Iceland

“Vanitas”, 2012, archival ink jet photography, shot in West Iceland

"Torrent", archival inkjet, 2012

“Torrent”, archival inkjet, 2012

The center piece of the atrium gallery is my installation “Every Moment Lost is Lost Forever”, a towering confection that portrays a lacy inverted volcano in peach-flesh tones, a ring of leather carrion birds spewing an ash made up of collections of silvery grey crocheted ribbons, silver-leafed bones, stone and shells among other things.   Influence by my time spent working in the volcanic landscape if Iceland, but also layered with other ideas of nature, destruction and regeneration.

"Every Moment Lost is Lost Forever" at Hudson River Museum

“Every Moment Lost is Lost Forever” at Hudson River Museum

'Every Moment Lost is Lost Forever' , from above

‘Every Moment Lost is Lost Forever’ , from above

How this installation came to be:

Two years ago, I was invited to visit The Hudson River Museum, and spend time in the Victorian River mansion Glenview, on the Museum’s grounds, to find inspiration.  I walked through room after room of dense patterns of wallpaper, intricate carved wooden staircases and wall cabinets filled with books, shells, curios and marble statues from around the world, birds and music boxes, delicate china dishes and the heavy sense of Victorian desire to tame the chaos of nature.  Nearly every surfaces was decorated with imagery of stylized and contain nature.

Glenview mansion, on the grounds of the Hudson River Museum

Glenview mansion, built in 1877. On the grounds of the Hudson River Museum

Glenview textures

Glenview textures

glenview_bookThis has always been an influence in my work, the desire to create an entire intimate world, using these styles of the domestic interior, but with the sense that nature’s entropy is reclaiming and devouring it all, by shredding up and knotting together the flotsam of my own life with the past, both materially and in concept.

Pink Sitting Room of Glenview

Pink Sitting Room of Glenview

I found myself resting in the pink/peach sitting room of Glenview, listening to a large hand-made music box, late November sun setting on the River and filling the room with golden light and dust motes.  I wondered about the ghosts of the daily private life that was lived in the spaces, when this once was a family home, and all that had changed.

The Glenwood Power Plant on The Hudson River

The Glenwood Power Plant on The Hudson River

powerplant Outside the window, two large smokestacks loom of a Glenwood Power Plant built on the river, now too a ruin of what it once was, but a reminder of the creep of progress that had overtaken the pastoral fantasy of  original inhabitants of Glenview, ending its period as a family home.  But like the intertwined nature of Eros and Thanatos, creation and destruction, stasis and renewal…the mansion now houses a vibrant life as the community’s center for art, history and science.  Gone is the private, but the home now nurtures more families than it ever did.  One energy that over-takes and destroys often recreates, and in turn is devoured again.

EML_underBI took this cyclical idea, the flesh pink of the room, the imagined billowing coal smoke, the birds under glass, the shelves lined in collections of coral and ebony, and it became the volcano of desire, of what fuels us consumes us and begins us again.  The installation traveled to Italy and Paris, accumulating its own collection of silver-leafed stones and bits of wood to add to the collection from Iceland and drift wood and shells from the Pacific Ocean.


Skaftafellsjokull Skrimsli, 2014, archival inl jet photograph.

Skaftafellsjokull Skrimsli, 2014, archival ink jet photograph.

The ocean, the river, the stream, the glacier, the iceberg lace themselves through the entire experience of the overall installation.  Actual rivers and shores populate my films that are in every realm, adding their ambient sounds like a circulatory system throughout the installation.  The Ice/Water realm, flanked by MMMM Waterfall, shows images and costumes from a month-long January residency in Iceland, turning glacial ice into intricate patterns mixed with a woven and crocheted cape I made to wear and respond to the incredible Jökulsárlón iceberg lagoon.

'Myvatn Fire', 2013, archival ink jet photograph

‘Myvatn Fire’, 2013, archival ink jet photograph


“jetty”, 2013. archival Ink jet Photograph. shot at Jökulsárlón, South Iceland


'Kvera Blue Bird', 2013, archival ink jet photograph

‘Kvera Blue Bird’, 2013, archival ink jet photograph


The Waters of Your Face, 2009, archival Ink Jet Photography, with choreographer Zoe Scofield

Then to the farthest realm in the galleries is the Celestial Realm, with charcoal walls and dramatic lighting on the glittering stars of the Seven Sisters from Dare alla Luce, reflected in another immense Eastlake-style mirror inlaid with mahogany and ebony.  The center of this realm is filled with a massive intricate black Pelican Goddess enmeshed in 16 feet of black beaded crocheted tangles and paper chrysanthemums ,with yards of white beaded ‘milk’ flowing onto a 12 foot spiral referencing both an over-sized braided rag rug and a galaxy.

entrance to the Celestial realm

entrance to the Celestial realm

Dark Rm_pelican

Pelican, close up, 2008The figure of the Pelican is one I began when my son was a nursing baby, inspired by Tintoretto’s The Origin of the Milky Way from 1580, which depicts Hercules being put to the breast of Juno.  When she pushes the baby away – her husband’s illegitimate child – her breast milk sprays across the sky, becoming the Milky Way.  I choose to create the night sky as a Pelican Goddess because of a legend about the mother pelican piercing her own breast in times of famine to feed her young with her own flesh.

Milky Way, detail, 2008This symbology was popular in Medieval European art as a representation of Christ.  As a woman actually feeding a child with her body, I wanted to reclaim the symbol as a female deity to represent my own bodily experience, to record both my mundane everyday experience of early motherhood but written in the awe inspiring text of celestial phenomena and ancient mythos.

'Mustard Potion', 2014, archival ink jet photography on rag paper

‘Mustard Potion’, 2014, archival ink jet photography on rag paper


Dark rm_euridiceFor The Hudson River Museum installation, the tail of the Pelican engulfs a white marble sculpture of a woman, Euridice from 1870, breasts bared, twisting in a spiral with her hand pulled towards the pelican with black satin ribbons.  This is my favorite pairing of my work with a HRM collection piece, the interrelated qualities of material, mythology and imagery with works around the room is electric.  Around her are other marble columns from the collection covered in carved flowers and holding my collection of lava stones from Iceland, sewn fabric lilies, silver leafed bones.  The emotive quality of the statue is intense longing or mourning, I imagine an intensity pulled from the mythology of her story of separation from Orpheus, connecting my work to the craft of another artist,  Riccardo Grifoni’s interpretation of ancient stories.

MoonAcross from the this white sculpture – whose patina is due to a fire in the 1950’s, which could not be removed from the warn parts of the marble, and consequently deemed the sculpture not quite appropriate  for exhibition  — hovers the huge orb of the moon, made up of hundreds upon hundreds of beads, trinkets, jewelry, stones and shells.  Next to this is a self portrait of myself as “Stone Mother” shot in Snaefellness region of Iceland, equating my own internal landscape as geological.


"Stone Mother", 2012, archival ink jet photograph on rag paper

“Stone Mother”, 2012, archival ink jet photograph on rag paper

Celestial Realm

Celestial Realm

Diagonal from Euridice’s hard white flesh is a dense lush woven and crocheted white cape worn by my son in both photographs and film, as he portrayed his interpretation of the living quality of the Snæfellsjökull glacier, completing the sense of the duality of the body and landscape as hard and soft, delicate and strong, inanimate and alive, intimate yet macroscopic.  The remaining landscape of the room is populated with an intricate Raven — companion of Hecate, the old goddess of the dark and decisions–, and enactments of other familiar archetypes by myself and my husband artist Paul Margolis, shot in various extreme locations on residency in Iceland. 

Snaefellsness Glacier Boy, 2012, archival ink jet on watercolor paper

Snaefellsness Glacier Boy, 2012, archival ink jet on watercolor paper

"Caved Father", 2012, archival ink jet photograph

“Caved Father”, 2012, archival ink jet photograph

"Hecate's Raven", 2011, leather, wool, fabric, mixed media

“Hecate’s Raven”, 2011, leather, wool, fabric, mixed media

raven detail
The final realm, The Vermillion Room is dominated by a slowly rotating forged ring of large turkey vultures, shredded wings spread over a mass of crocheted, beaded and blown glass ‘blood’, culminating in the strong geometry of a quilted compass rose spreading across the floor in 4 directions.  This structure, dealing with time, direction, blood, destruction, regeneration continues my fascination with the carrion bird, this time a more naturalistic portrayal than the mythical carrion birds in “Every Moment Lost is Lost Forever”.


Blood Compass Rose, detail, quilted fabric, 2014

Blood Compass Rose, detail, quilted fabric, 2014

Vermillion_blood_Orph_PGI’ve encountered turkey vultures on several hikes in my home state of Washington, but none more dramatic than once on an elk carcass along the Naches River.  Along with three vultures were two golden eagles and a number of large ravens and a few magpies.  Having just lost a friend, I sat and watched the events across the river in solemn quite that slowly turned  to appreciation at the work that the birds do in the cycle of life.  Often harbingers of death in mythology, the birds actually do no harm, nor do they kill.

Vermillion_blood They turn death into flight, a notion that filled me with relief and awe as this congress of huge birds flew in entwining circles in front of me, as the carcass was above me on a rock ledge.  Further down the river, I collected the sun-stripped bones of a dog and a deer, which a few became a part of the silver expanse of the installation.

'Conjuring" 2014, archival ink jet on water color paper

‘Conjuring” 2014, archival ink jet on water color paper

Furnal, 2014, archival ink jet on watercolor paper

Furnal, 2014, archival ink jet on watercolor paper

Surrounding the vulture compass rose are photographs and video created on my recent residency in Normandy, France, and depict a character I took on called “The Poppy Goddess.”  Traveling with my family, the bucolic landscape all around me was in deep contrast to intensity of sadness I felt throughout my son’s studies of World War II.  As a youngster, he became enamored with the machinery and the archetypal heroics of soldiers.

Poppy Sister, 2014, archival ink jet photography

Poppy Sister, 2014

"Northward", 2014, archival ink jet photography

“Northward”, 2014, archival ink jet photography

Wearing the intricate costume myself, it began to feel like a sort of armor, protecting or numbing myself to my ambivalence with my son’s attraction to the hero stories of war. Because of the multilayered mythology of the poppy flower – both of remembrance and the opium-induced forgetfulness of Demeter, I began to think of the Goddess as just one of an entire order of sisters, who assist (particularly mothers) with mourning the loss of children to war, who might lead one to a path of forgetting, and into dream as the only way to ease pain, and survive.

"Ember" 2014, archival ink jet photography

“Ember” 2014, archival ink jet photography

Vermillion_behind PG

“Poppy Goddess”, fiber mixed media costume, 2014

Orpheus, 1900

Orpheus, 1900

A companion to my Poppy Goddess costume in the gallery stands a 1900 bronze of Orpheus from the museum’s collection, and traced back to the iconic ruins of Untermyer gardens in Yonkers.  Both figures stand as if in conversation with a photograph echoing a lyre form, created from brambles, mistletoe and crocheting arranged on a Norman hedgerow ruin.  Naked in opposition to the cloaked goddess, both figures carry their own mythology of traveling to the underworld,  immeasurable loss and the desire to outwit death — again a thrilling pairing of my work with a turn of the century artwork, both exploring the recurring presence of mythos in the drama of our everyday life.

Orph_Lyre_PG5MB_vermillion lyreEach realm featured a series of my films, most of which you can watch here. “The Ecstatic Moment” exhibition was the premier of two new films, one in the Vermillion room –Hypnos, and the other in Lava/Flesh realm –Every Moment Lost.

hypnos from Mandy Greer on Vimeo.

Every Moment Lost is Lost Forever from Mandy Greer on Vimeo.

'Glacial Wind Witch', archival ink jet photography, 2012

‘Glacial Wind Witch’, archival ink jet photography, 2012

Currently in my shop,  I am featuring a number of archival prints from “The Ecstatic Moment”.

In Limited edition: 25 signed and numbered prints Printed on paper sized 11” x 14” or 12″ x 8″.  Archival Ink Jet Photograph on archival Arches 100% cotton rag paper, 310 grams.This museum quality paper gives my images true deep color on a matte finish.


The Hudson River Museum produced two great videos about the exhibition.  Enjoy!