“The wound is the place where the light enters you”.
Rumi. An interpretive summary from,The Masnavi. c1258.
To Pause: Inhale, exhale…
During the pandemic I was diagnosed with a breathing pattern disorder. Breathing is life. My response was to paint through the fear threatening to rise…
In my work I find myself drawn to dualities and contradictory impulses such as vulnerability versus resilience, retreating or expanding, weightlessness in combat with compression. There is an interconnectedness of human and plant form. Soft circular shapes congregate like a shield or map the rhythms of breath. Alveoli that yearn to be punctured to allow capsules of air to hiss out, pop and release. Or they are connected to the natural world like cottonballs, exploded bladderwrack, spiky sea urchins that emerge, shift and shiver… Borders tend to leak, transition and transform from one form to another. Red stitching can represent the colour of pain, which can be healed, repaired and strengthened.
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