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She isn't called, "Untitled" because she has no name; she is
"Untitled" because she is in the midst of becoming.
Have you hit times in your life like this?
Does she remind you of the fear and the
pleasure of those special periods when you have just "undone"
your self image and don't know who the "new you" is yet? |
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STORY |
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Outside the window of my studio was an old board fence in
the deep gray color like the bark of winter trees. On this
fence we grew a grape vine. One spring as I gazed out the window thinking
I was enraptured with the contrast of colors, the almost neon yellow-green
of the vines against the dullest of the dark fence boards. I've remembered
that coloration and used it in this piece to express the wonder of new
growth before it differentiates down individual paths. To me the ultimate
shape of this phenomenon is the lingam or egg shape which Untitled holds in
her hands. |
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