Show and Tell time again, except I haven't joined in for a very long time. But, here I am. If you don't know about Show and Tell, feel free to visit Mel and do make sure you check the list to see what the rest of the class is sharing.Today I am sharing a piece of artwork that is not my own. It was created by a friend, who shall remain nameless. She is an art major at the same university I graduated from, and I believe she truly has a gift.
The piece was completed after my infertility diagnosis and my first miscarriage, and she told me recently that she made this with my situation in her thoughts. I only recently found out that this statue ever even existed. It is a plaster cast statue.
Yes, she used molds of baby doll faces. The base is supposed to be a boulder. The concept here, was how babies can't grow out of rocks, or how life can't be sustained where it is not meant to, or how the rock can't force it to happen, no matter how much it wants to- these ghost babies are trying to break from this rock, to thrive, but they can't. They can't be brought from a base which cannot hold them or nurture them physically- but the rock doesn't give up. Or whatever interpretation you wish to take from it. No matter what, I know I found the images haunting.
It re-instilled in me how much my life is intertwined in others lives, and how my pain is not just my pain.
And what really kills me is this- this statue no longer exists. It was too large for her to haul, and I did not find out about it until recently (I would have hauled it myself, otherwise). After she completed it for her college course, she had three people help her carry it (it was nearly as big as her) and she threw it in a dumpster on the campus. It no longer exists, except in photographs and memories.
And that seems fitting, in some strange way.
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10 comments:
I was about to bemoan the waste of the sculpture, but perhaps--though unintended--the action adds to the piece. Haunting was the word I was going to use too.
It is so true that loved ones do feel other people's pain. I agree that the statue being destroyed is part of its story.
Such a striking piece... and I agree that although it's too bad it doesn't exsist any longer, that is rather fitting.
Wow, the whole story from the conception of the idea to the destruction of the statue gives me chills.
wow. that's just amazing. thank you so much for sharing.
melissa
WOW I do love the statue and it is ashame that it is no longer around but you are right it is fitting.
Wow.. what a piece of art! Haunting seems like the perfect word, yet not in the total 'scary' sense of it. Thank you for sharing.
I agree with others--haunting is a great word for this piece.
Thanks for stopping by my blog and for your kind comment. It's a shame this artwork no longer exists. Thanks for sharing.
That statue is rather haunting. It's being gone with only memories to mark its presence is much like a miscarriage, no?
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