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Photo Credit: Jennie
Anne Benigas
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JUDY'S JOURNAL
November 2020
Take a few deep breaths and pay attention to
your feelings.
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STOP, LOOK AND THINK #4
Dear Reader,
This is the fourth blog in my looking at art series,
written to offer another way to experience art. Please give
yourself several minutes to do this activity. One of my paintings
is below with a set of 3 instructions. STOP, LOOK AND THINK
before you scroll down to each section. Remember that
there are no right or wrong responses, so it can be a win-win
experience.
1. Here is the painting. STOP and LOOK at it for a few minutes.
Stay with the image before scrolling down to step 2. Take a
few deep breaths and pay attention to your feelings. Positive?
Negative? A confused mix of emotions? Nothing at all? Whats
going on in your gut?
2. Some basic facts about my painting: Title: Twig and
Cone. It is mixed media on board, 16 by 20,
created in 2002. This information may or may not verify or affect
your first response. My title allows you to edge into my world
and has specific meaning for me, because there is a story behind
it which is unknown to you. Before scrolling down to step 3,
THINK about your first response (image only) and compare it
to your feelings. Put the basic information you have and relate
it to the image.
3. Here is the story. While sitting on a porch in Wellfleet,
Massachusetts, I spied something caught in the branch of a tree
- a twig and pinecone were linked together in what looked like
a man hanging. I asked my husband, John Gaumond, to get his
camera. I knew it would be at least a week before I would be
able to enlarge and transfer his photograph into a painting.
The juxtaposition of an idyllic Cape Cod summer setting with
an impromptu reminder of a lynching supplied the core energy
to begin a poem. I sat on the porch in sight of the hanging
man and worked on the first drafts. A month later, the Smithsonian
magazine published an article about journalist Ida B. Wells,
a civil rights activist born in 1862 who worked to end the practice
of lynching in the United States (Against All Odds,
Clarissa Myrick-Harris, July 2002). I dedicated the poem to
her.
Articulation
-dedicated to Ida B. Wells
An old scrub
pine caught a sculpture
Of twig and cone in last nights storm.
From where
I sit on the porch, the silhouette of a man
Hangs near the top branch against a violet sky.
Head in perfect
proportion to his trunk and limbs,
Giacometti-thin, lynched, he is a miniature horror.
It is the
slump, the hopelessness of his form that pains.
One foot gone, the other with its tender sole wrenched up.
Sculpture,
as impromptu as a cloud turned beast,
As artful as the flag snapped stiff in the wind.
This poem appeared in Reciprocity: An Artists Book
and was published in The Worcester Review, Vol. XXV, No.
1 & 2, 2004, then reprinted in A Brush with Words: Poems
by Judith Ferrara, 2013.
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