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| Meisje de Dood |
it is good to leave nothing unfinished,
to give everything the chance to be as good as it can be,
also old things, they called me now for some finishing touches,
all this seems years ago ...
This one is called 'a gentle maiden of death'
her face has become gentler and deeper.
A watercolour from 2009,
before the end of this year, she wanted to be as beautiful as possible,
like these three from 2010
(click on the full pictures to enlarge and zoom)
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| Stinging words, stupid words, sticking at your body. |
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| In times of war, a madonna with children. |
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| To die so suddenly ... |
She is a moving presence, the 'gentle maiden of death", how beautiful and deep and intense she is! I also see a man's face within her, did you paint one or am I just seeing one?
ReplyDeleteThe dying of the year.... I wish I could sit still and listen to it, but things are so intense right now in the last two weeks of building the studio. I will be melting into the still time of January with open heart and deep gratitude when I get there.
So many of your paintings I would love to live with. Its rare for me, really, to really know that I could live with artwork. Yours just sings to me again and again with deeper and more resonant voices that call me back again and again. I am so grateful for the internet that I can know a little of you and your work from across the sea here. Many blessings!
Here my thoughts to the first painting of this blog:
ReplyDeleteToday I walked with a friend of me - Hilde - through the forest to the top of a mountain. There was snow, wet snow on the earth. We passed a wooden memorial-table: "Here died by walking to a midsummer-festival on the the top of the mountain on midsummers-day in 1922 our companion. He was 71 years old."
We considered to die by walking to a midsummer-festival on the top of a mountain (1043 meters high) on a midsummer-day - what is it- somehow it is a wonderful dying.
So in this painting I remember the scene today: passing the wooden memorial (right), being astonished (figure) in the forest (trees) and snow on the earth ( white color). I also see the face of a man in the heart of the smiling maid. The is thinking of the midsummer-day (smiling soft) now at the end of the year.
Thank you, Valerianna, for your very kind and very loving words, they warm my day and my night. These inspiring contacts are the best the internet has to offer, without it I wouldn't have known about you and Pasha!! Now and then these days I think about all you are building there in your enchanted forest ... many blessings to you !
ReplyDeleteThe face of the man happened, if my memory is correct, while I was playing with white paint and dry brush on black underground. I saw the face and let it be ... anyway I can't remember I had the plan to paint a face there.
Dori, that can be the most beautiful death for a man of his age, I think ... so close to heaven. Thank you.
Oh Barbara, you've made so many beautiful things since the last time I looked in on you! It's a little overwhelming to see so many lovely paintings all at once, but in such a good way! I think that your painting of "stinging words, stupid words..." is very touching. Making a wonderful painting is the very best way of dealing with hard things... but the painter must be a strong person to do that. Good on you!
ReplyDeleteI see the face of a gentle bearded man..from Italy maybe.
ReplyDeleteThe "Stinging words" painting shows a woman with a serene face enduring the closeness of sharp and pointed creatures. The colors in these paintings
though only a few are very powerful and rich.
"To die so suddenly" is a most quietly beautiful painting. I love it!!
My comment to the third painting:
ReplyDeleteI am so sorry about the massacre of Lüttich (Liege). Into this terrible world the CHILD is born to suffer and children are born to find their way to heaven, how hard this being!
Jodi, thank you !! what you say about art dealing with hard things is so true, and this work of transformation is a very meaningful and also mysterious aspect of art.
ReplyDeleteRamona, when I painted the first one I didn't know this man with white beard would be from Italy, now I know ;-)
Still we are born to find true joy over and over again, Dori :X
ReplyDeleteI see instead of the man from Italy the Turiner Grabtuch...
ReplyDelete"The ambiguity, even ambivalence in a work of art must be preserved to keep the audience awake. An authenticity police would what constitutes a work of art, namely the non-100% matching, the unmeasurable, restrict too much. If everything is clear the charm of a work of art is lost!"
This moment it fell into my mind: Turin is in Italy!
ReplyDeleteJoy: Jes.49,13
:-)
ReplyDeletePainting 1:
ReplyDeleteLook!! The shrine!! I love your new video!