There she stood; yet, to stand she would need legs. Her presence was unnatural; she held you with her eyes. Colourless eyes; keeping them closed from me. My fingers, my palm ached to trace the contours. The cold of the room swirled around me, then her, as I moved counter-clockwise. She gleamed white alabaster. It was the unfinished; the skull-cap still open revealing a glittering mass; stars must bathe her nightly after I’ve gone under. She dreams; her compressed face struggling between two realms. Alexandra, I whispered in my head; are you real; are you dead.
Alexandra is an alabaster sculpture that is on temporary loan at our local art center. DMAC doesn’t allow photos, but you may link to The Big Other’s post for pictures. I’d forgotten all about John’s post until tonight when I went searching for a photo.
Alexandra is a startling figure to behold. Pictures do not begin to represent the power she emanates within her small holding cell of concrete & glass. Etherial. Serene. There is no doubting the connection the artist had to her whilst carving; the energy remains.
DM is small, but our art center is truly one of the best in the country for contemporary art.
A lovely guard, whom is a an artist in his own right, chatted with me regarding two other recent pieces. One was composed of felt on board; the other wood. Interesting contemporary art steeped in old school concepts.
There is more to say about this visit, but my screaming head is saying ‘let it keep’. I shall now sleep; perhaps, after I wander several dreams, Alexandra will surface. I imagine us on some other plane; perhaps space. We shall walkabout, soak up the beauty of silence, that I’m certain shall entangle our current gravity.
(sidebar: on the sidebar, you shall see my avatar (which needs updating, as I’ve cut off all my hair!) If you click on it, it will take you to my latest project on tumblr. A story, I shall build in brief snippets, every day.)
Carl D'Agostino
/ 2012/02/26Carve in wood(cherry and walnut). Wonder what carving this stuff would be like. I imagine must be done with machine tools and cutting, shaping bits.
libraryscenes
/ 2012/02/29i think it is all unnerving…one wrong move and then what do you do?
ceciliag
/ 2012/02/26Oh I miss galleries SO MUCH, there is nowhere here that i can sit and just BE with a piece of art unless I travel on the train for a couple of hours first which i must do again soon, and I loved your mention of the guard, if only through some process of osmosis, they must know so much about the art in the rooms they pace.. c
John Domini
/ 2012/02/26I’ve met that guard; he’s rather a Renaissance Man. Many thanks to Yellow House, though, for this thoughtful return.
libraryscenes
/ 2012/02/29Thank you, John. I hope to be better about seeing the new exhibits and chatting with M_ again. He is a fascinating guy ~
John Domini
/ 2012/02/29Why don’t you & I meet up there? The new “Sideshow” exhibit has some fine, rare features. M should be around.
inzwakazi
/ 2012/02/28Would love to see the pictures of your shaved head
libraryscenes
/ 2012/02/29ha. left you a msg on your blog, i ~