This is my artist statement linking all my new body of works in Meandering. Posted here might have more readers than on the gallery wall! I hope you enjoy the ideas behind the thread.
“Each meander has
a life, a birth and a growth.
Each one has a character, a feeling associated
with…like music, like a poem...”
Beatrice is
exploring the relationship between meanders and landscapes. Inspired by existing
rivers, the meandering series respond to a semi abstracted bird eye view of the
Earth. Meandering
is the common thread, the link from one artwork to the other and it carries the
journey.
The
journey: Meandering through Google Earth, flying above the Australia coast and
beyond, zooming in, framing, zooming out, moving again, surfing the clouds... all
in search of the perfect meander.
Those
ribbons of flow, nourishing the Earth and linking mankind create infinite
permutations of shapes and forms within the constraints of the meander. Scale
is of importance, balance in the cropping frame, details kept or fully abstracted, man made marks or natural forms, finding and being absorbed in the visual
tension of certain geomorphologies, of certain landscapes.
A
meander has a life, a birth, a growth. When mature, it has a full belly, a
redundancy protruding till it bursts. Then flat and linear again before it re-flows,
following an eternal repetitive cycle of growth. Its life time is infinite and spatially moves
around, walks around, eats around. It
can starve and shrink, and in the process creates crevasses and scars. Or flow
and flood out of its very own bed, transforming its waist line, fattening it, and
eating every piece of land or man-made forms in the process.
The
process: Meandering through mediums and through scales. Alternatively focusing
on the snake carving the Earth by highlighting and showing the river
itself...physically scoring and carving my medium, then filling it with paints
or glazes. Other times, the river and its meanders are painted or glazed first.
Then come the surroundings, the backdrops, the backgrounds, and the feel for
the area the ribbon is cutting in or adorning! Sometimes even the meander is
just the excuse to be absorbed in the spatial abstraction of the landscape
itself.
Meandering
has been an internal journey, a constant search of self, all within the
boundaries of my energy field and energy limits. Going downstream... floating
with the flow, carving away my very own bed.