Stitched and Painted Collage has seen many changes. One thing about painting–once you cover up a layer, it is gone. What you see on the surface is what you get. There is a finality about it that brooks no sentimental hankering for what you left behind.
At the next stage, a name for the painting emerged and that rectangular patch behind the flower became my focal point. It developed from an outlined area into a full fledged door.
The “last installment” became darker, figuratively and literally, and the flower took on a surprising importance. The cross, it seems to me, has to do with the biblical stories I read, as a young woman, of Christ in the garden, facing the certainty of a terrible death. In my painting, the flower is as tall as the cross, and I appreciate that because original blessing makes more sense to me than original sin. That circle up to the right of the door would not go away, despite many layers and choices as to what should be hidden. I think of it as a mandala, representing wholeness. After the door to the secret garden has been found, and opened, wholeness is possible. A sense of wholeness equals redemption in my thealogy (that is NOT a typo).
If you are viewing this piece, I’d love to hear your impressions and ideas. It helps me understand–my work, my self and you.
For me, that’s what makes this work worthwhile.