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…letting them go….
Creative fires are stoked, ideas come to fruition & a new brood is born. There is a comfort in having a studio filled with new dollies; I suppose the evidence of a true prolific artist. But let’s speak about when it is time to put them out in the world. Will they be loved the way I love them?
Every parent knows the challenge of allowing each of their children their own walk in the world, so it is with these little ones. Hoping & trusting that someone will connect with the intention that brought them into being & the weight they hold. They are the caretakers of burden.
True, at first glance, this group is an odd bunch & perhaps ones that only a mother could love. But it is my prayer that they find their audience & transcend the lines that define them. To those with the courage to look at things that are not always pleasant, I trust they will reveal something deeper than the obvious & be the shadow in that place where they usually walk alone.
posted in dollspeak | Sun, 18 Sep 2011 18:22
..of catching & keeping
I shall sing a song of sixpence…”…four & twenty Blackbirds baked in a pie”….”the Golden Bird”, “the Foundling Bird”, “the Fitcher’s Bird”, “the Canary Prince”, “the Nightingale & the Rose”. Majikal symbolism of birds in faerie tales goes on & on. So it has become apparent to me that in an attempt to connect with the Divine we project that longing onto this feathered creature of flight.
True, the proverbial quest for the “BlueBiRd” is fraught with spiritual soul searching & many of these tales from childhood have the conspicuous happy ending, BUT…I believe that in some selfish & maniacal way we also want to seize or “own” that treasure. The irony of the situation, however is that once contained… the majik is gone. In myth & majik, a dead bird is typical of disillusionment, of the loss of innocence and/or of transformation from the naive to the wiser…So here, capturing the BlueBiRd is a symbolic movement into the harsher realities of life.
My own fascination & enchantment with this winged thing is unmistakable in my two latest pieces… “cAt’sCradLe” & “theBlueBiRd”. “CAt’sCradLe” kept me in memory of the string game I played as a child,and the tangled mess that inevitably would follow the first well placed threadings! But the process of composing “theBlueBiRd” held a devious charm for me. I carved a window-box frame & painted it to look like stonework from another era. I wanted to convey the timelessness of this sick obsession & that a contagious fetish possessed not only the captor himself, but his little pet as well! Here are a few pix of the prep work!
posted in dollspeak | Fri, 02 Sep 2011 13:21