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Cataclysm of Baroque proportion is about to release itself; the Lushness of this past Season has come to pass and the chasm of desire and decadence is open and hungry…
Absorbing the raw force of Nature, I comprehend Her power more than ever, It echoes throughout the common thread of DNA that connects all beings. Regardless of one's makeup, we, all of us, are related and are bound.
To dive deep into the decadence of Her core, I found things of immense beauty and strangeness, on the surface we only experience what we have been programmed to know and accept. It requires more endurance of mind and body for a more pleasurable and ultimately satisfying experience.
The Lushness of the Winter , (December 2, 2001- Tapestry), spilled into the Spring an abundance of carnal and spiritual ecstasy as voluptuous as a Spring thunderstorm. Action leads to reaction, the act itself is as methodically planned as a game of chess; in the Ecstasy, two opposing forces collide and what comes from that collision is a new form of being. Into the Cataclysm I extract that which belongs to me to be used at this time for growth and expansion.
Artist Mary Frank captures this delicate rite of passage exquisitely in her triptych, This is the Remembering, 1996-97, (see Art in America, March 2001). A lone, ghostly female figure coming out of the bleak chasm opens onto a freefalling couple, languid in ether dreams, floating on the clouds or tumbling in the foam of the sea. Familiar to many as we travel along, growing, becoming…
Gabrielle Lin
April 30, 2002
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