Monday, April 02, 2012

04.02.2012 ~ these hands

~ with these hands ~ by dawn chandler ~ mixed media on panel ~ 8 x 8 inches ~ copyright dawn chandler 2012 ~

The first of my secondary works grown out of the Odes & Offerings theme of incorporating the text of a Barbara Rockman poem. 
 
The first thing one surely notices with this painting is the dominant figure of the nude woman, raising her hand skyward. She is a sculpture I photographed some years ago. Behind her the picture plain is divided between light and dark (day and night?), with a warm, arid, mountainous landscape suggested on the left and a dark, nebulous passage on the right, out of which emerges a ghostly figure of a woman. Fading in and out of perception are fragments of Barbara Rockman's poem* among them I am a plain woman.....I mix paint....with these hands....

 
On the left are smaller barely discernible fragments of a different text: for joy....and omnipotent reign...comfort 


In the lower left, a faint golden nest with two sky blue eggs; below that, un chuchotement ~ "a whisper," in French in my father's handwriting, lifted from one of his hundreds of french flash cards. My father's handwriting appears in a second place in this work — In the upper left, a fragment of a wine bottle label from his cellar, with the date  the vintage went into his cellar written vertically along the left side.

By themselves, these fragments have no meaning to one another. But parsed together, they begin to suggest a relationship, a story... 

Autobiographical? 

Hmmmm.....












*Letter from Georgia O’Keeffe To Alfred Stieglitz Upon Seeing His Photograph of Her Hands, by Barbara Rockman



2 comments:

The Artist's Life Experiment said...

So tender, these works where you are using images and words from your Mom and Dad. I love the sculptures, I am finding some inspiration from many of them here in Vienna.

Dawn Chandler said...

Thanks, Tina. Using images and words of my parents bring them closer to me.... But you knew that.
I excited for you and the richness of inspiration to be found there in Vienna. Savor it! I know you are.

~ Dawn