First came this strange painting, which I finished just before the New Year. For years now I've been making sculptures that are "rooted", now I attempt to paint them, not so easy for me. I think this calm face among the rooted earth is winter born, dormant and waiting. Waiting, and not asleep, rather, awakened. Waiting for what? That will be revealed in time, for now, resting, dreaming, sustaining.
But the Painting desired a poem, and I found the poem I needed (below) by Sharon Blackie, author of one of my favorite books, IF WOMEN ROSE ROOTED. It's perfect for the advent of a New Year, my own, and as a collective Blessing as well. I excerpt from her poem Peregrina:
Only lend me a loom and I willtake up the threads of this unravelled life.I will weave a braid from three strands of seaweedI will wind it three times around my fingerI will dig my salt-encrusted hands into the soiland wed myself to the thirstybrown roots of a new beginning.
All artwork and text unless otherwise specified is COPYRIGHT Lauren Raine 2024
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