About:  Virginia Mallon is a New York artist, working in painting and photography.  She is a graduate of Queens College of the City University of New York, and apprenticed with Indian Space artist Robert Barrell.  Ms. Mallon later taught the children's art class at his Forest Park School of Art in Woodhaven, Queens.

Currently working out of a studio in a small wetland community called Crab Meadow, her work in photography covers the gamut between picturesque rural landscapes to urban blight,  as well as addresses issues facing modern America.  Her work in painting, incorporating influences of the Arte Povera moment of the 1960s, contemplates historic and mythological women and their modern counterparts. 

Ms. Mallon’s goal is to reflect and comment on the current state of the world, along with nautical spaces, personal histories, and the psychological undercurrents of contemporary society. 

artist statement:   I've always been drawn to the obscure, odd, or unusual in everyday life.  The little secrets that are there for the discovery if you take the time to look, to really look, at what is happening around you.  As an artist, my role is really that of a spy, whose mission is to watch, take note and document the stories of the creatures that inhabit the world around me. 

I am drawn to the invisible because I have been invisible.

I am drawn to the every man, because I am every man.

I am an artist, because it is the only thing that gives strength and meaning to these experiences.

as an artist I have chosen to sit at the feet of society in the good, the bad, and the ugly of everyday life. But unlike the dog who sits at the feet of his "master" I am taking notes. My work is not created in a vacuum; it is a direct product of surviving contemporary America. It is about the poor, the creative, and the survivor. It is about losing and winning against all odds. But mostly it is about hope. 

The hope, and drama of tiny creatures that live in abundance by the shore. Creatures fortified with shells that protect from the hazards which surround them.  Alternatively, in the city, it is the daily drama of humans. Creatures who wear their hearts on their sleeve, talk to themselves, communicate in sound bites and instant messages, who grow their own crusty shells of protection while they grapple their way toward financial or sexual gratification, all the while managing to steer a course of normalcy in a wash-and-wear, made in China, make it great again, America.

there are the casualties on both sides - the abandoned, the has-beens, wanna be's, and almosts that can be found along the way, calling out for my attention.  as loud and as clear as a bell, as they sit stranded, much like the crab on a beach, waiting for the tides to change, to bring them back to the sanctuary they once knew.

This is the world I like to wander in, looking for something that catches the eye of ordinary, but transcends into universal, just in the act of being. 

Art helps me explain the world around me, and the role I play in it.  It is the need to make a mark of one's own, a need that is inherent in the human soul, as ingrained in our instincts now, just as it was in Lascaux when we were painting in caves.