Intension
I take responsibility for any image with my name on it, but when it is birthed I am just as unknowing about it as anyone.
Every
artwork is a self-portrait. So when angry women began appearing on my
drawing board a few years ago, I thought I was uncovering a personal
issue. In early 2003 the outpouring of images ramped up to dozens daily
even while my personal life seemed relatively calm. Then I made a
connection. Just perhaps, the images reflected the unconscious
collective angst of our nation's launch into preemptive war- (an
anguish that has now taken voice).
These
are not depictions of real women. Some otherworldly feminine being
fixes me with the unwavering eyes of terrible scrutiny. The power-
inevitable as gravity- of Her penetrating gaze I feel as a silent
indictment of the rash actions taken in our name. But Her wealth and
wisdom remain unavailable to us as long as we shove Her into the
shadows.
She is at once
mythical and dead real. America's compassion is just as authentic as
our aggression. At what cost do we ignore this gaze?
Dark Eyed Saint
