Friday, October 10, 2014

I'm Still Here

Embarrassed.  Just, embarrassed.  14 months since my last post, my website has been down for quite a while and, as facebook just reminded me, I have the same amount of hours in a day as Beyoncé.  Yes, I have a day job, make my own meals and do my own laundry, so it's not a direct comparison.  But, still.  While so much of me wants to be sitting on the couch, bingeing on Orphan Black and drinking a nice Cab ... I promise to you, oh blog, my blog, to produce.

So where to start?  Months (and I mean months) ago I had a very vivid dream.  This, in itself isn't rare, but the fact that I remembered it with such detail was special.  I was in London, not the real London, but a strange London/Minneapolis hybrid, complete with skyways and food courts.  I was with a group of friends and a dangerous situation came up, so we were ushered into an unfamiliar skyway/tunnel to get back to a safe part of town.  There were crowds and panic.  We inched our way through a narrow Chinese restaurant and ended up in this skyway that had a giant aquarium as the walls (much like big aquatic tanks at the zoo).  In my dream brain I said "Oh!  This is that new Camille Claudel exhibit I've been looking for!"  Inside of the tank were nude women.  Floating.  Animated.  Pallid.  Alive, but not quite.  The figures were in different states of disrepair; some completely bronzed, some still fleshy.  There were zookeepers of sorts there to monitor these "people."  One figure, hands pressed against the glass, was no-doubt put there to make the viewer become very uncomfortable.  Or was she legitimately trying to escape?

Of course it wasn't Camille Claudel's work.  The fact that she's been dead for years could've told my dream brain that.  But I had a similar emotional response to it.  This art installation that my subconscious self invented affected me greatly, which told me that it couldn't  be ignored.  Here is where I found my new body of work, underwater.  

The first piece - mostly an experiment gone good.
Dealing, personally, with anxiety and depression, I can easily understand the panic in the woman's eyes as she pressed against the glass.  I can also understand the resignation in the seated or pacing figures.  I have decided to take the metaphor of a person in a tank and examine the natural barriers and prisons we find ourselves in.  As I am a woman, living in Minneapolis in 2014, this is the perspective.  

You'll see a lot more of me over the coming months + years.  Promise.

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