This time of year, my thoughts flit from mystery cults to “Venus” by Rubens in the Uffizzi, not unlike the sparrows in the front yard that make their way between our cranberry tree with its first timid buds and the seed feeder on the porch. As I work the soil with my hands and scrub the year’s collection of grub from the barn the perfumed air calls me like a siren will a sailor to dash hesitation against the craggy shores of desire.
Well, it is Spring and all that. Thinking of Persephone and Hera and fruits the year will bring – as a writer and artist the best we can hope for is a fertile mind, some new disovery that will delight the senses and sustain the heart
The little box here began as part of a larger work, “A woman is a sometimes thing,” inspired by both the season and the Porgy and Bess song of the same name. I was caught up in the transition from adolescent to woman to sibyl – those three classic stages in a woman’s life. Strangely, the practice of FGM came into mind as a masculine impulse to dominate that rich, life-bearing essence of supple woman… I think the piece ultimately failed – i have imagery of a timepiece and ceremonial cutting knife somewhere in the studio as well. They’ll be recycled I’m sure, as mixed media detritus is wont to be…
[Paper, foam core, plywood, paint]