A happy angel with wings that flutter a light air about her, a heart put away in a drawer in her chest. But when completed it looks like this.
After a few unplanned but happy accidents, like my bronze bust breaking. It seems more dark, but somehow more real. I'm not sure if this an evolution in my work or the work taking on a life of it's own. Letting the dark come through, intergrating my short comings rather than hiding them. This piece was originally intended to use the flash card "woman" and depict a happy, motherly angel, but has unintentionally become a bit of a self portrait, distorted, shredding of what a woman means and the roles played. These roles are a bit tattered and worn but truthful and heartfelt. Perfectly imperfect.
retrospect realization (added nov. 10)
After reading this weekend found this quote:
"I have no fear of making changes, destroying the image, etc, because the painting has a life of its own. I try to let it come through." - Jackson Pollackreminds me a bit of the process of my creations.