Ianna Nova Frisby

 

Ianna Nova Frisby

Ianna Frisby is a Sacramento artist and art professor working in Sacramento and maintains a studio at Verge Center for the Arts.

Ceramics is her main practice but also explores embroidering, printmaking, mixed-media sculpture, found-and-altered objects, public and commissioned artworks. She received her BFA from Humboldt State University in 1998 and her MFA from Cranbrook Academy of Art in 2005. Frisby is currently on the regional subcommittee for the annual NCECA convention Sacramento will be hosting in March, 2022. She is also the recipient of the Leff-Davis Fund for Visual Artists of the Sacramento Region Community Foundation in 2016 and The Creative Initiative Grant for Art Advice Booth Project in 2018.

Website:
 www.iannanovafrisby.com

Instagram: @iannanova

Location: 8th & Capitol Ave Streets

Portrait of Nathan Cordero

Photo by Doug Biggert

Check out the photo gallery below to see some images and poetry compiled by Nate’s friends and family.

 

About my traffic utility box design:

“Stay Awhile”

Original Medium: Mixed media

An exceptional artist was ripped from our community’s tapestry when we suddenly lost our friend, Nathan Cordero August 15, 2018, at the age of 43. Complications during an epileptic seizure were the eventual cause of death. His epilepsy wasn’t something we really talked about but it was there, quiet in the background. It never defined him yet he happily found ways to operate within those parameters. He worked as a janitor at Sierra 2 and did a lot of house-painting. For enjoyment, he was an artist, went fishing frequently (catch-and-release only), and his most recent obsession: metal detecting. He would go out several times a week and the garage outback was soon overtaken with treasure or trash, depending who you asked. He was like Rumplestiltskin spinning straw into gold the way he could elevate the buried, the discarded, and the invisible into relevant works of art.

I once asked Nate how he got started making those wood-cut razorblade words that would later become a key element in so much of his work. He told me that when he was a teenager, he’d had a fight with his parents and got so mad he punched his bedroom door. But it was not solid. It was a cheap door—a hollow space covered by thin layers of particulate matter and veneer. His fist went right through it. Like Alice at the looking glass, he put his face up to the hole and saw the door from a new dimension, from the inside out. He picked it apart and inspected each little layer, amazing at what lay previously hidden. He probably said “Whoa!” a lot while doing it. (And what is veneer, after all? It’s a super-thin layer meant to cover imperfections. And Nate had a talent for cutting it away and exposing what lay underneath.) He was curious and generous with his curiosity. We all have work from him, whether he handed it to us with a story or left it behind somewhere for you to discover later. Nate was also a joker. Always the first to tell a poop story. It was truly one of his favorite topics. I miss his caterpillar mustache and the way he would curl it into his expression when turning his head and giving you the side-eye. I will NOT miss him jumping out of anywhere at me though... He knows that.

Dude, we miss you.

Ianna Frisby

Nate’s Website                                                                

Nate’s Spotify PLAYLIST

For Nate, Dirt fishing

Tell us the story of these things

You dredge from dry earth and running streams

Turn us a yarn as you twist them

In your scarred and eager hands

Pair them with your unrelenting belief

In their imbued history

They speak to you and inspire you to infuse joy

Into the narrative you extract

You are the voice of the lost, the translator

Tell us the story of these things

Tags bearing the pedigree names of heirloom roses

Fired bullet shells

Seven grey can tabs

Two flattened dinner pans

A circular hem weight, flattened on one side

Dragged to a line by a Plymouth woman

Her spirit embodied in the metal

As it was bound up in the fabric that held in her heat

You speculate that a force in her life

Chased gold into the horizon

You pursue what was left behind

Storied iron and steel, still gold

Tell us about the times

You kept the pace of the day

Traveling by painstakingly researched aerial maps

Of forgotten foundations

In the California cities and terraced foothills

Above the tailings

You live on your terms

Letting the relentless push to stay on time

Fall away to allow for past time to speak

Four keys, one halved

Seven spoons

Metal toe shield, separated from boot

You listen to the buried talismans

Chattering chapters

Not bound by spines

One buckle, from a horse’s halter

Twisted fragments from a wagon wheel

One rare and prized silver coin

Tell us what they told you

When you watched the objects reveal themselves

First moving in slow, deliberate gestures

Over the soil, divining through sound

One fork, weathervane tines

Reversing graves, you raise them into air

Sweep them into view with shovel and sweat

Two flattened gunpowder canisters

An opium pipe

Five marbles

A knife blade

A piece of rosary, missing prayers

And a penny’s worth of 1897, 1975 and 2011

Sifted through your fingers

Tell it the way you told us the story

Of your own family’s earth

Yolo County dirt, dust, trees and restless bones

These found things

Speak for ghosts

A safety pin

A bus token

A turquoise ring

Three rivets split from

A miner’s denim seams

Was any of it real?

We can feel the weight

And the rust in the lines of our palms

We pass it, kin to kin

Touch divination and listen too

Woe and joy, drudgery and quiet solitude

Unbound by your search

One curious lock, no key

Eight nails, bent and unholding

Square tops and hand-forged

One needle, leather scraps

Sewing stories into sleeping metal

It becomes through you, all of our histories

Unburied into evidence

That any of us walked here

Poem by Kelly Cunningham

Location: 15th & I Streets

 

About my traffic utility box design:

“Outside the Inner Kingdom”

Original Medium: Ceramic Assemblage

The design I chose for the utility box located on the corner of 15th and I is in front of Super Pan & E Tea which serves food from Thailand, Korea, Singapore, Hong Kong and Japan and I wanted to design an image that complemented the fusion spirit of the restaurant. A few years ago, I traveled to Thailand and this provided me with the fodder to build a freestanding 8’ tall ceramic sculpture based on my memories and experiences there, titled Inner Kingdom. Similar to a cabinet of curiosities, the sculpture is embedded with wonderful objects just waiting to be discovered by the viewer. Although the design of the utility box wrap uses images of the ceramic sculpture in a flattened format, there is one panel with the entire sculpture while the others are composites of details recontextualized for maximum visual stimulation. 

Location: 8th & Capitol Ave Streets (legacy work from 2014)

 

About my traffic utility box design:

Original medium: Hand embroidery on canvass

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