Metamorphosis
With pen in
hand, I reveal my most inner thoughts. With a sculpture tool in
my hand, I reveal my heart.
It is written
in the book of Ecclesiastes....I withheld not my heart from any
joy, for my heart rejoiced in all my labor....but, for in the abundance
of vexation, so that he that increase knowledge increases pain....thus
I continued.
The turning
point in my career came in the passing of my partner of 22 years,
Herb Fichter, a banknote engraver. After the grieving became bearable,
I reflect quite often to the pain, tears, and agonies we shared
together.
He had always
felt we would meet up again. In his painting of the "Desecration
of the Four Freedoms" there is a hunched over old man with
a cane leading a young
girl down a path, but the painting shows no destination, only the
figure number eight, which I suppose represents eternity. They are
all in the image of a skull which has an embryo in the eye socket???
- obviously, this was symbolic to Herb.
I needed to
leave "Pretty" art behind and delve the emotions I felt.
The Mill Stone is the burdens we carried together. Note, the neck
area is too small for the head to escape and the mill is just that,
cold stone. His shoulders sag from weariness. There is obviously
no escape....this was the beginning of my Metamorphosis....you know,
beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
At that moment
in time, I desperately tried to move on into the fourth dimension,
that inner consciousness that few will ever know.
As time went
on comes the Archangelo, De Italiano sculpture No. 2. The Bible
speaks of Satan coming as an Angel of light which could possibly
relate to beauty in real life. The male gender represents the pure
and good, the serpent represents still a very beautiful light, but
Evil. There is a subconscience battle going on between them as to
what is really good and evil in this sculpture. We do what we have
to do to get where we are going, to survive. After all is said and
done, looking back we wonder?? Hence, the 3rd sculpture - forgiveness.
At first glance
you may see a vision of an angel, but note, she is not clothed.
You immediately are aware she is not an angel after all. She is
a woman stripped of her identity, and on some occasions too revealed
of her pain she carries....with much guilt in her heart reaches
to the heavens for forgiveness....unaware the wings she wears are
about to carry her into a new venture. An area for which she was
probably destined all her life. The 4th sculpture puts her in an
awakened awareness she never knew existed, magic.
Almost perfect
for her....but alas, she never reaches the union of perfectness,
but being naive and not learning the importance of discernment falls
again, with great pain this time, and which, is leaving a great
gray hole in her heart. It tatters the strings holding it and her
heart becomes wounded within her. This will undoubtedly never heal
total....none the less she is at the dawn of total surroundings,
and realizes life and responsibilities
go on. Time heals severe wounds and moving on is necessary.
We now search
for our destinies.
.With something
on her shoulder acting as a guiding light gently and lovingly leads
her to a world of incredibly exciting and innovative creativity,
also wonderful laughter which heals so well...."to where thou
goest I do not know she hears". She lifts up to a total dawn
and rapture...."taketh thy hand and I will lead you",
the entity says and so she reaches out willingly....but for a brief
moment she looks back and bids farewell to the 5th sculpture,
a Swan song for a sat'yr. These are realities we must all face.
It has been
said that artists create their own images in their work, but isn't
that the way it should be? I do not know. I myself would rather
struggle and keep reaching that dimension in myself that I do not
understand. The dark side if I may say. Those five giant steps we,
as artists, keep struggling to make us grow.
A classic example
is Vincent Van Gogh. No other artist was in such pain in every way,
but look at the great steps in revealing emotions in his work. His
heart and soul was far far ahead of the skill in his hands. This
is probably the reason he was so tortured, yes, now you see his
heart and soul did the creating and what a legacy he gave to us
all.
So with these
humbled and rambling thoughts I now make my own closures....Angie
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