On her shelves at Rosa Ridge sit art, artifacts, and important gifts. Some of Paul Friesen's pottery sits right next to my cousin Erin's pottery. A small carved marble replica of the Taj Mahal, luminescent with gold accents, sits open in its fancy box. A 4" carved quartz Madonna and blue interference crystal pieces rest in front of some of my aunt's books. A 4" square altered book sits with its ribbons, dangling buttons, tags and tattered pages---looking like something old and well-loved. I picked this piece up and said to Cody, "This looks like something I could have made." I did make it. My aunt's best books sit like treasures enclosed in a hutch in her office. In this room, she also keeps a photo that she took of me drinking coffee at Sunday brunch several years ago. Of course, in her living room is a large framed print of Redon's Buddha. (She has seen and was drawn to the original at Musee d' Orsay.)
|Both of us are drawn to Redon.|
|Bottom right. The top left is a close second. (Sorry I inadvertently clipped the other two in the photo!)|
In my aunt's lake house office, right above a soft yellow couch, hangs Grotesque Ethereal. I really can't explain the feeling I get when I re-encounter one of my paintings a time of absence from it. I guess it's similar to the altered book experience---I immediately love it and need to touch it, and then I'm just warm and glad it hangs where it hangs. On the adjacent wall are a few mandalas, Ave Maria, and a pressed paper painting from my palate which ended up being the cover of my zine in 2010. (I had been working on a thick gel rainbow painting. I have no idea where the actual painting landed. Forgive my forgetfulness. Anyone?)
Aunt K took us to the Menil where we got to see a large Surrealist collection and the most amazing installation. I will post about that next.