Hi! My name is Isabella Wood (she/they); I’m a sophomore at LaGuardia Community College majoring in Fine Arts. I’m a Texas native but reside in the heart of Queens. New York City is the place I always knew I’d end up in. Since I was a little girl, I had the classic dream to move to NYC and become an artist–and while it has not been a linear path at its core, I am still striving for that. My mother is an artist, so it’s been intrinsic to my life for as long as I can remember. Growing up my passion stemmed from material; the idea you could make anything with virtually anything allowed me to hold a wonder and aspiration towards being a creative. As I got older, I began to examine art through a wider scope–it was so organic in my life, what if it was organic to life itself? Things like the Fibonacci sequence and the Latin term “horror vacui” (meaning fear of empty space) drew me to humans and nature, interpersonal or worldly connections, unspoken but recurring across time and the globe.

My career goals now are to be a gallery curator, to work in community outreach making art more accessible, and to rethink ideals of what it means to be an “artist”. I plan to go on to a four-year university, get my master’s and possibly doctorate. The ethos of the American Folk Art Museum is what initially drew me in, what it means to be a self-taught artist, and the perspective you gain when pieces and people are recognized and put into context. I’m hoping for better clarity and guidance through the program of what it looks like to be in the art field, as well the inner workings of a museum. I’m excited to learn about people and their creations.

One of the three-dimensional works from the American Folk Art Museum’s collection that stood out to me was Golf Ball on Rubber Ball by Matteo Radoslovich. Radoslovich was from Croatia but immigrated to New Jersey in his early adult life, only creating after his retirement at the age of 65. What drew me to this piece was its simplicity that allows your mind to wander, a dirty golf ball teed on a worn badminton birdie atop a pale blue rubber ball, cracked akin to an old porcelain doll with a ring of seemingly strategically rusted scrap metal. It’s composed of metal and wood, almost unnoticeable. At first, I saw the stack of objects, but the longer you look the more ways you see: an old carousel, a feminine person, a joystick. The golf ball serves as head, light, or handle. The birdie a tent top, a blouse or silhouette, stabilizer. The scrap metal horses needing a paint job, containment, a seat, or a base.




















