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| Carrie Haddad Gallery Hudson, NY 2010 I am often asked to explain why the eyes on so many of my figure’s are shrouded or masked. I could say it was because the figures refuse to see the truth of the world in front of them…refusing to acknowledge the struggle of living a “life of quiet desperation” (Thoreau). Maybe that is why their eyes are hidden… Or maybe it is that they are holding so tight to their identities that they refuse to let the world intrude upon their souls. My sculptures are so often incomplete figures…is it that their body parts have been brutally ripped from them? Is someone else controlling their worlds? Or could it be that they are content in their imperfection, the body being just a shell for all that these figures hold so intensely in their private lives? And then the wrappings…their bodies are bound, but only with scant attempts to hide or tie. Why? When I go into the studio I do not go there with a great vision, ready to pour this musing into my work. I go into the studio with so many thoughts, both conscious and subconscious. Thoughts filled with angst, frustration and confusion…hopeful and willing thoughts…sexual and sensual visions...thoughts that I am not even sure I realize but are so much a part of who I am. When I face the clay it is all these thoughts that work their way through my hands and into the human form in front of me. When I’m finished, and present these images to the viewer, do I do so that they may try to read my mind? I would prefer that they read their own, as they interpret what is now in front of them. |
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