I was blown away by the work of this artist with paper. There is something incredible about how you can see the paper that the sculpture was formed from and the shapes it originated from. It is like seeing something develop and flourish like a flower.
In previous posts I’ve mentioned the tree of life, a symbol I associate with wicca but which can be traced through various religions etc
the image of a skeleton falling from the tree made me conjure up this image in my mind, the idea of life meeting death and the power of this as a symbol in reference to how fleeting life is and our own mortality.
This invoked in me the feeling of love lost, the idea of losing the love of your life and the ‘hole’ that this can leave within you.
his work can invoke a lot of feelings, some are macabre and grim such as the hanging cowboy which reminds me of a poem.
Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favored, and imperially slim.
And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
‘Good-morning,’ and he glittered when he walked.
And he was rich – yes, richer than a king –
And admirably schooled in every grace:
In fine, we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.
So on we worked, and waited for the light,
And went without the meat, and cursed the bread;
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet through his head.