Like many artists, we envision, we create, and then............where does it go? Where can we show it, talk about it, share it, hang it, who can we give it to? Where can we store it in the hopes, someday, it can be exhibited? Often the answer is "no where".
So the pieces fall apart, they are destroyed, they get lost. I have my regrets about so many pieces I did not protect or respect, as I look back now. I see there were so many works that I did not appreciate, because there was no one who expressed any appreciation..... now I look at them, and see they were good. It's taken me so many years to values myself, and the works of my hands.
So here is another "lost" piece from about 2012, one of the "weaver" Mandalas I made. It hung outside and eventually just fell apart. It was part of my "Spider Woman" ( Spider Woman ) series. As I recall, the words on the "medallions" represented the words we use to construct, or "weave", our ideas of what we and the world are. Beyond words being "woven" into the New Story there are fragments of symbols, petroglyphs, shards of other times and other languages, somehow also part of the mix, the descending "pentimento" of the words, and lives, of our ancestors.
What stories, then, are we weaving? How far do the roots go?
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| "Tse Che Nako, Thought Woman, Weaving The World Into Being" (2007) |
