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
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
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
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.
About my traffic utility box design:
Original medium: Hand embroidery on canvass