2.27.2012

NOT MARBLE NOR THE GILDED MONUMENTS

The praisers of women in their proud and beautiful poems,
Naming the grave mouth and the hair and the eyes,
Boasted those they loved should be forever remembered:
These were lies.

The words sound but the face in the Istrian sun is forgotten.
The poet speaks but to her dead ears no more.
The sleek throat is gone--and the breast that was troubled to listen:
Shadow from door.

Therefore I will not praise your knees nor your fine walking
Telling you men shall remember your name as long
As lips move or breath is spent or the iron of English
Rings from a tongue.

I shall say you were young, and your arms straight, and your mouth scarlet:
I shall say you will die and none will remember you:
Your arms change, and none remember the swish of your garments,
Nor the click of your shoe.

Not with my hand's strength, not with the difficult labor
Springing the obstinate words to the bones of your breast
And the stubborn line to your young stride and the breath to your breathing
And the beat to your haste
Shall I prevail on the hearts of unborn men to remember.

(What is a dead girl but a shadowy ghost
Or a dead man's voice but a distant and vain affirmation
Like dream words most)

Therefore I will not speak of the undying glory of women.
I will say you were young and straight and your skin fair
And you stood in the door and the sun was a shadow of leaves on your shoulders
And a leaf on your hair--

I will not speak of the famous beauty of dead women:
I will say the shape of a leaf lay once on your hair.
Till the world ends and the eyes are out and the mouths broken
Look! It is there!

PRINT REQUESTS

I have (tentatively) decided to no longer sell my prints on Etsy. I will, however, continue to welcome requests for prints, and you can send those requests to me via hugeancestor@gmail.com. Thanks to all past and future patrons; your support is profoundly helpful and needed.

2.17.2012

AT THE GRAVE OF RICHARD WAGNER



Stumbled upon this video this evening; what a surprise to find this gorgeous photograph that dear Ali shot of me for Ovate paired with it. A lovely end to my evening playlist. Good night.

BLACK RIVER

GRADUAL REQUIEM



IN MEMORIUM



2.13.2012

LAST HOUSE'S NEPTUNE



Neptune is the next film project by my friends at Last House. It is a profoundly beautiful story, and I hope that you will take a moment to watch this teaser and consider donating what you are able, however meager that may be, to help see it to fruition. These are good, intelligent folk, massively creatively endowed. For more details on the project, and to donate, please visit here.

Oh, and the music to the teaser happens to be my favorite composition of my husband's. So there's that, too.

BAPTISM





"Baptism, Cross, and descent into the darkness of the underworld constitute the mystery of the divine destruction from which new life surges, the night from which new day dawns." -Hugo Rahner, The Christian Mystery and the Pagan Mysteries [1944]

ADDENDUM

2.06.2012

YOKE OF MIRRORS






This is a series that has been on my mind for well over a year, taking different forms in my sketchbook, playing with different materials, dimensions, shapes, and meaning. It required a great deal of planning, measuring & mathematics before I could begin construction, and as I plotted, it continued to reinvent itself. Strange that these mirrors have traveled with me while my mind pondered, initially, the life of an artist as empath, then evolved further after extensive conversations with a friend regarding her thesis on epilepsy and mirror neurons, conversations which now seem like eerie harbingers of my fate. Now it seems to reflect the three, which work in enduring concert: artist, empath, epileptic. 

It does not end here; this series will continue, and most likely be published in the future with essays written by my aforementioned friend. There is much more to learn from this yoke I have carried.

Constructed by hand out of recycled leather, stitched with 154 individual mirrors.

2.01.2012

AND ON THAT SAME DAY







Only across the road.

Thank you, A.S. & C.H.

THE 25TH







I have always been quite enamored with the beauty of Edwardian greenhouses, so I felt quite blessed to spend the afternoon of my birthday within one with dear friends. 
Catalogued specimens, both animate and inanimate somehow always seem the best of company.

Thank you, A.S. & C.H.

View another perspective here.