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Showing posts with label sculpture. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sculpture. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

an ode to Matisse's dance


I first saw this painting 'in-the-flesh', when I visited MOMA in NYC in 1999. I didn't expect to be quite so profoundly thrown and moved...It was a painting I had often soaked in from reproductions in books and on posters. It is so very famous. When I was a child, I thought it might be some kind of tarot card, its magical impact on my psyche had already begun by the time I was about eleven, when I saw a book my aunt, the Dutch sculptor, Katinka van Rood-Bruin, had in her Amsterdam studio.  
Her brother, my father had died just months before, and that day my heart was aching and heavy with grief.  So when I stood in front of this work, the tears flooded and I had to take deep breaths so that I didn't wail with passion and emotion. I was in front of it for about half an hour. All the wonderful works in that Museum were calling me, their voice faint and easily put on hold while Matisse's dance and I communed. 

I felt so deeply held and healed by the Spirit of this extraordinarily rhythmic and beautiful work.





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Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Mickalene Thomas


Another artist I discovered by looking into the exhibition at the International Center of Photography called 'Dress Codes'. These works remind me of the Eighties (again!). I can't help thinking about Grace Jones, and Jean Paul Goude, in this marriage of art, black woman, big cat and graphics. Somehow there I sense a subtext of movement and dance too. They are almost caricatures of those previously mentioned qualities, which I attribute to a particular 'thing' going on in my world, at least, in the early Eighties.

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

honouring the inner feminine

I took this picture a few days ago of this sculpture which I have up on my windowsill against the sky. I'm not sure where she comes from, it could be one of my aunt (Katinka van Rood) sculptures. I have been going in the last week, exploring the inner feminine. She mostly gets overridden by the overpowering voice of the outer male dominated doer, who needs to earn a living and survive etc. She is a delicate flower, filled with Love and creativity. I am embracing her...

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