update: I apologize for spamming your inboxes this morning. I was having tech issues on my website.
(The dog is trying to lay on my lap and my arms while I'm typing. She thinks she's a cat. She is a terrible editor.)
con't from 5/1
The Friday before I returned home from Ireland, Yvette and I decided to do the Slea Head Drive around the Dingle Peninsula. About half way thru we came around a bend and saw these enormous clay figures standing watch over the pottery studio of Louis Mulcahy. He calls them "druids". I was so taken by them I forgot to snap a photo. (slaps forehead for the 100x) I am borrowing this one from his website. There must be close to a dozen of these figures in all different colors and expressions out there on the edge of his property. I can't stop thinking about them.
And since they are out of my price range I decided to do the next best thing. Let them swim around in the noggin for a bit and see what happens.
And something did. After I was home for a few days I really succumbed to the stress of the shut down and adjusting to what felt at the time like the world screeching to a halt like a train on railroad tracks. My anxiety was about as bad as it's ever been. I needed to create to work thru my worry and I needed to feel like I had power over the virus.
Enter ancient ancestor protection and what I now call "the Grandmothers". My thinking went something like this: if I created these artworks of these guardian ancestors maybe they could become talisman around ones home, much like the Miru paintings and sculptures I created a few years ago.
The pieces started out as small 6x8 studies but now have morphed into larger works. I love how abstract they are. Those little white lines around them symbolize their protective love emanating out into the world.
I can see a mountain of possibility with these figures and it was quite liberating using this abstracted form in this way. I've also started combining the abstracted faces which are born of the underpainting shapes and random collaged pieces alongside more realistic drawings of human faces from my sketchbook.
Someone on FB mentioned she thought some of the figures looked like they were wearing eye masks and what would it look like if I added face masks across the lower part of the face instead. Had it not been for the pandemic I never would even consider this sort of thing but I really like the symbolism of it. I can't figure out a way to discuss it without someone thinking I'm being political so I'll be quiet. Much like the mask. And yes! I wear one when I go out and so does everyone in my family.
Here's another grandmother wearing a face mask. I love the borders on these two pieces, copied from a few embroidery trims I've got in my inspiration stash. I'm also kind of digging the pink and bronze color combo in both of these, decidedly feminine. (And Hello! how about that rag rug I photographed them on? Now I'm wondering how I can achieve that scale of pattern and color. Hmmm....)
Well. It's Friday as I write this and I should probably tackle some housework, except the dog is now asleep on my lap finally now that I'm finished typing. Dog vs housework. I'm conflicted.
No I'm not! DOG!
Other than that, I'll see you next Monday. And I'll tell you about the dream I had about my dad who passed away in 2013. I hear these are called Pandemic Dreams, these vivid over the top visions in the night. TGIF