This sculptural object, being of rather thin plaster, survived a mere three years. One day it tumbled from table to floor and I chose to not repair or remake it because it always reminded me of a penitent or perhaps even a grieving Madonna: Yes I had wanted gestural abstraction but not one to evoke religiosity.
Fortunately a small watercolour made before the accident restored the original intent—a dancer or gymnastics athlete in an extravagant cirque-de-soleil choreography. And whereas the original was white with few contrasting shadows, here, in a fresh start, was an opportunity that could be invested with dazzling blues and reds.
Three aesthetics emerged: a rather accurate rendering of the original form / shape with the dark, anti-matter negative shape becoming a powerful new force, plus, the watercolour itself put on that array of dazzling riffs that the medium so exuberantly performs when allowed its own voice and minimal interference.
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