Monday, December 20, 2010

paintings of my mother

I folded up and threw out a painting today. Not this one. I'm keeping this one. Inspired by a black and white photograph, this is the way I like to remember my mother. Smiling. Brave. Touching my shoulders with pride, showing off the new smocked dress that she had made for me. I made several paintings of my mother in 2008 from photographs. It helped me, she had passed in 2007. I used the black and white photographs my dad took. She liked to pose with us kids on Sundays after church. Above: the one I threw out today. It was time. Too large for my archival box, it was in the way. I tossed it because it did not flatter her. It did not look like her. Above: also tossed. I stitched red thread into each painting and showed them in 2008. Too personal.

5 comments:

  1. hugs to you dear Judy.

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  2. it sounds exactly like you know what needs to happen, which things need to go. letting go/throwing out (i like burning up) is good, i think. i have purged work before, too. i think it's necessary.

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  3. Anonymous3:03 am

    agreed.
    a necessary post that everyone should read.
    and highlights a debate of subject matter vs. actual artistic work.

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  4. Anonymous10:46 am

    There's something about these paintings...I do hope you hold onto them...and do more?
    from a complete stranger passing by!

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  5. Anonymous2:17 pm

    these are (no pun intended)
    really touching.
    makes me realize how rarely
    my parents touched me.
    don't think any photographs
    exist like these
    of me with my mother.

    agnes martin - visually and
    verbally - is always
    an inspiration

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