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Love the vivid colours, & the ambiguity in the eye on the left. ღ
The ambiguity in the eye on the left: an area of poetics of meanings. Thank you, Kate, for stopping by and sharing!
dear naomi,
I have been sitting with this one a few days. I watched the video first and now I contemplate your art (although part of your art is the juxtaposition of media, including music and video). In the quiet of this morning, what I see is the difficulty of piercing the canvas of protection that tents us within our own being. But thoughts are more powerful even than this veil, and can cut through it. I am most excited by the use of strands, ropes of gaze, to suggest thought connections. Yet there is a cost for each person in your image: the blood droplets of remembered pain for her, the blood-red rain on his mental landscape. And the thought strands do not connect across, but fall.
I don’t know if this bears any relation to your impetus for creating this image–if it did, that would almost contradict its intense interiority. You bring out meaning and keep it hidden at the same time, nestled in fierce beauty.
Thanks,
lucy
Thank you, Lucy, for creating such a powerful and creative point of meeting for my art and your words! I read your comment several times and your words are simply a brilliant expression of this ‘intense interiority’ in which certain feelings, formless as they are, have taken on a form in colour and image. I also find it interesting that you have noticed that the thought threads do not connect across. Here they do not connect across because they connect beneath into music and movement, where roots and ropes become one.
“You bring out meaning and keep it hidden at the same time, nestled in fierce beauty.” And thank you so much for these words. They are special to me for they make me feel that my work has attained essential understandings!
Grateful always for your presence,
~naomi
Your reply means so much, especially because I learn something essential and new I had not considered, but which has the immediate ring of a deep truth. And your prose has such instinctive poetic meter; let me quote one of your sentences here in verse form:
“they do not connect across
because they connect beneath
into music and movement,
where roots and ropes become one.”
” they do not connect across/ because they connect beneath” –I will have this in my mind a long time. What an important way to think about how music and movement access what is below consciousness, but that still connects us.
Thanks again,
~lucy