This post is overdue as I promised this to my friend and now established patron Mr. Mark Davis a few weeks ago. I find myself at this moment up among the clouds with Helios directly above. I can’t open the shade it’s so blindingly bright!
Kate Bush’s track Aerial, by way of chance, has queued up in my workings playlist and I’ve accepted kismet’s invitation to compose a few thoughts regarding the below, Mater Noster.
This piece somewhat self-manifested quite readily in a combination of collage elements that had collected on my studio desk over the course of earlier fiddlings and a few days of working.
I love the lemon cake. Pure Betty Crocker camp. Perfectly schmaltzy sulfur-yellow crystals bloom to the right. Above, a stark white flower confronts an expulsion of Death to the left, something of a visual call and response, conversing in echoes to each other. These are bisected and set afloat upon a sea of sapphires, a small diamond seed of transmission between the two fields. The blue and white gem field is from a classic vintage cruise advertisement and I am kicking myself for not committing it to record or memory where it was from. I think it was British. It was definitely not affiliated with Kathy Lee, too classy for that binch. The internet fails me on assistance and where this niche has appeared, an opportunity has opened for fulfillment- should it prove you can help me name it, I am glad to send you a print as a thank you. Please write.
From classical Italian renaissance sculptural masterworks to 70’s baking kitsch, there is a flavor here in this piece for any and everyone and I am glad to have baked up a blue ribbon title-taker championship winner like this.
Our Mothers Whomst art the Heavens,
Hallowed be thine Names.
The Earth flourishes,
The peoples love,
Across all planes and times.
Permit us in all days nourishment
And forgive us of our mis-steps,
As we forgive those who have erred amidst this dance of life,
And guide us toward a greatest good for all sentient beings,
But deliver us from our shortcomings.
The above reclamation of an prayer is especially dedicated for a mentor, teacher, and beloved mighty passed ancestress of mine the inimitable Angela Magara, whose Earth Psalms remain to this day for me a cornerstone in experiencing love, wonder, and community. However you are Angela these nights, there is still plenty of room under this tent for you and everyone else. Love you. Miss you.
Mr. Mark Davis, these are the threads your support permits me to weave unto the greater tapestry of whatever grand loom art making might be. Thank you. This post is also very much due for you as well. I’m glad that you see in me something, maybe, of your own self. The road ahead for artmaking is not easy. But it is absolutely interesting, to say the least.