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Last spring (2000) my mother and I went to see a display
of Mandelas at a museum in Berkeley.
Tapestries and pictures filled with amazing detail. I can see why people can gaze at them and into the spaces. I decided that I wanted to do one for myself. I wanted an image that was a balancing act, repeated in a hundred variations. Because they are all different. Some of the differences are subtle. Too subtle for this dpi, but they're there. Hair up. Hair down. Arm positioning. Number of arms. |
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She looked like a cherub.
Angels don't all wear white. Red is the colour of the heart. There is a new day behind her. The streets of heaven are paved with gold.
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For Halloween 2000, Karen and I did some fictional characters
for Gaskells.
Here Dorothy wanders into the field of poppies. Will they bring, sleep, adventure, flying monkeys? |
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Goddesses on Mount Olympus look down on mortals below.
Okay, so I love these costumes and I love the triumvir.
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This is such a Renoir picture.
Two Ladies by a tranquil dappled pool. They wander, meander. Shelter their faces from the sun with their white parasols. |
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Did I mention that I love these costumes.
Although actually, this has a basis in my interest in Greek Mythology. The Sirens were the handmaidens of Persephone, until she was kidnapped by Hades (for a story on that front). Then they searched for her all over the world, learning all the world's secrets, which is what they sing about when they lure sailors in the Odyssey. Sometimes they live in Hades with Persephone and so like the dead they know the future. |
