On the Road to New York with the Washerwomen
Sometimes a picture inspires, sometimes a poem, and recently some sculptures have been a driving force for artistic development within me.
Washerwomen in New York has images of the sculptures of the Washerwomen in Olpe (created by German sculptress Anneliese Schmidt Schoettler, who died aged 91 after an eventful life in 2011), transported across the Atlantic ocean and put down upon a lawn before a background of the the skyscrapers of New York. I love the simplicity of the washerwomen, the industriousness they portray, the singleminded attention to nothing but the task in hand, no multi-tasking here, unless it is in the mind and only around the next daily chore on the agenda. It gives one a sense of calmness, or ordinariness. Yet, I've placed these exotic creatures before a firmament of a city that never sleeps, is the most populous city in the United States with a Census estimated 2012 population of over 8 million people(wiki), and each of those citizens live life in the fast lane, 24 hours a day, seven days a week, minds a jumble of do's, get done, and should've been done by now. Perhaps the washerwomen can slow down the frantic pace of life and living in the city!
Washerwomen in New York: Washerwomen sculptures from Olpe, by Anneliese Schmidt-Schottler, transposed onto a lawn in front of a New York cityscape skyline background.
Another inspiration for me was a piece of sculpture by the British born Mexican artist Leonora Carrington, who recently passed away aged 94. A surrealist painter, sculptress, and novelist. She lived most of her life in Mexico City, and a life that no doubt Hollywood only requires some talented scribe to put down in script before the movie is made.
For some reason, reading a bit about her early life reminded me of Kerouac's On The Road, though there is nothing abundantly synonymous in the exploits of both except perhaps the thrill of early adult life and the travelling new horizons and the experiencing of new wonders and horror. More can be gleaned about this lady here.
So, I've taken the idea of her Mexican City Sculpture of "Los Monjes" (The Monks), and created a family of seven anonymous hooded figures on a highway. It is up to the viewer to decide if they have a direction, and what way that direction lies, or perhaps realise there may be no other reason for the image to exist other than it sparked my creativity at the particular moment in time it came into being! Whatever.
On the Road: Family of seven darkly cloaked anonymous figures coming down the road, going to where, or coming from, who can tell?
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