2010
By Sherri Baierl
Medium: Mixed (intaglio print, acrylic, collage, conte)
Notes: Brand New
There are these medieval portraits, after Byzantine stuff, but still flat. The people seem made-up, lifeless and stoic. Most of the time there is something that stands out. This one I found has a veil. I never saw it before and thought her face would fit well within the space on this piece. And, no, it isn’t me; The weirdest part is that people keep asking if it’s me. It isn’t but it is poetic or prophetic to think of it that way because I’ve been doing a lot of reflecting on dreams.
What are dreams? Why are they there? Is God a sadist or are these nudges? How is restlessness productive and why do some of us get a double batch?
I want to be un-bothered by unrequited dreams like the lady in the medieval picture. And there are moments, after praying, that there is peace and an end to longing but it is tentative and not native to my flesh and bones.
So, I guess my lesson is: I probably should chat it up with the Big Guy a bit more and might then be able to find the contentment that this lady seems to have.
