Ovaries are said to symbolically represent creativity, but what if you loose one? What do you imagine as being there in it's place? What is there? What do you fill that space with, metaphorically speaking.
When I was sick last year I started questioning the meaning of what it means to be a woman, what our organs mean and what are we without pieces of ourselves that we aren't even aware we are emotionally attached to? (Until someone says, "It's coming out.") So, I imagined that space. What was there, what happened, and what I choose to put there in my mind's eye. What lies in the layers and layers under the surface? Maybe it won't always be "pretty" but to me, beautiful. That is what I want to choose. It's a process.
As some of you are maybe aware of from previous posts, I had some medical craziness with surgeries, infections and miracles last year. I am doing great now but with one less ovary. I realize how personal this is and debated if and how I should go about sharing. The thing is, that my new art is very much born out of that journey.
Some of you may recognize the figure drawing from a previous post. Many of my figure drawings are now going through a metamorphosis with these layered pieces. They are are very difficult to photograph and get the detail of what the layers look like in person, but here is one of the first.
The Dream 2010 Mixed Media on Paper, Vellum, and Acetate, with Ink, sanguine and white conte
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Hope you like the new art,
(I wish you could see it in person!)
I will posting more in the next few days ...
Blessings and light,
And may you all be insured
and your lives filled with miracles