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I find that it is in the unraveling, the undoing, the dis-solving of a thing that the most relevant and rich voice is revealed. Sometimes it is luminous and sometimes it is the dark that matters. When I think about deconstructing to the essence, I seem to conjure up a black stack of tangled, overused language about simplicity, so common and piled so high that it has become mostly inaudible, invisible. But other times I think of it and I see the tangled letters falling away, unraveling string-like, recoiling and circuitously connecting simple spaces, seductively worthy of pause. When that happens I am happy.
I was undone when I had my first child. I began to unravel when the life I grew to cherish, as a woman, was not going to survive the life I grew inside of me, as a mother. In the dark it was love. Unbalanced in a familiar and foreign place I still practice--and practice still--the sounds of a new language. It is slower. It is softer. And when the focus has blurred by fatigue or fragile frustration, it is in the seemingly empty space that the most brilliant gems become illuminated.
It was in the season of brooding that I started painting chickens—jeweled, dissolving chickens. It seemed the simplest, the most kitschy and pedestrian of subject matter, pregnant with the perpetual egg shaped cycles of production and reproduction, of feeding and being fed, of birth and rebirth—all held in the cracked and weathered hands of the natural world. Have you ever held the delicate warmth of a just laid egg in the palm of your hand? It is not as slight a thing as it may seem. It is new and it is ancient.
I have come to find a consciousness can be quickly filled with circles and cycles that are unraveling in the natural world. Some happen, some are happened to, and some make my stomach sink with fear to think our human fix is the trip wire.
What do you believe it means to feed a body, a mind, a soul?
*dissolve [v]: a: to become fluid : melt b: to pass into solution d: to resolve itself as if by dissolution to clear up {dissolve a problem} c: to be overcome emotionally {dissolved into tears}
**dissolvism [n]: date: 2008 :a style of art that stresses the abstract dissolution of depicted objects {Britt Freda}
*source: Merriam-Webster
I find that it is in the unraveling, the undoing, the dis-solving of a thing that the most relevant and rich voice is revealed. Sometimes it is luminous and sometimes it is the dark that matters. When I think about deconstructing to the essence, I seem to conjure up a black stack of tangled, overused language about simplicity, so common and piled so high that it has become mostly inaudible, invisible. But other times I think of it and I see the tangled letters falling away, unraveling string-like, recoiling and circuitously connecting simple spaces, seductively worthy of pause. When that happens I am happy.
I was undone when I had my first child. I began to unravel when the life I grew to cherish, as a woman, was not going to survive the life I grew inside of me, as a mother. In the dark it was love. Unbalanced in a familiar and foreign place I still practice--and practice still--the sounds of a new language. It is slower. It is softer. And when the focus has blurred by fatigue or fragile frustration, it is in the seemingly empty space that the most brilliant gems become illuminated.
It was in the season of brooding that I started painting chickens—jeweled, dissolving chickens. It seemed the simplest, the most kitschy and pedestrian of subject matter, pregnant with the perpetual egg shaped cycles of production and reproduction, of feeding and being fed, of birth and rebirth—all held in the cracked and weathered hands of the natural world. Have you ever held the delicate warmth of a just laid egg in the palm of your hand? It is not as slight a thing as it may seem. It is new and it is ancient.
I have come to find a consciousness can be quickly filled with circles and cycles that are unraveling in the natural world. Some happen, some are happened to, and some make my stomach sink with fear to think our human fix is the trip wire.
What do you believe it means to feed a body, a mind, a soul?
*dissolve [v]: a: to become fluid : melt b: to pass into solution d: to resolve itself as if by dissolution to clear up {dissolve a problem} c: to be overcome emotionally {dissolved into tears}
**dissolvism [n]: date: 2008 :a style of art that stresses the abstract dissolution of depicted objects {Britt Freda}
*source: Merriam-Webster