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Statement: The bathtub buried in the backyard with a six inch long gold blur that moved back and forth in the green muck was the well. The tree was my lean-to, I was an old woman, homeless, hungry, carrying my buckets of mush back from the well to my house. I was a witch, casting spells in my circle in the field, catching the light and making clouds move with my turquoise bracelet bought at a Stuckey's on a family trip to Big Bend. I was a tired man coming home to my small efficiency apartment after a hard day of work, writing endless loops of e's. That was my childhood in suburban Houston. The faces I make are faces born of art implicating life, looking for hands to form them, give them existence. I am dumbfounded at what is shaped and I give audience to that construction, rebuilding as I go. The paintings are landscapes for these faces, a discovery of something inside of me that I didn't know existed a separate language -an honesty. A desire to shape what is uniquely me into colors and forms. Digging deeply into my own state of being human I try to lend a hand to others in feeling a connection. Struggling to fill the space with human texture, because in struggling, I come to feel my own course existence and cognitive dissonance. It is in that raw and muddled space that I see and hear what to create. Art is the light to that darkness. |
Margaret A. Withers P.O. Box 1502, Nederland CO 80466 To purchase a painting -email me at: Margot_Withers@yahoo.com Bio:
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