View From The Pines
Artist: Marie Josee Pirri
"Everything that is dead quivers. Not only the things of poetry, stars, moon, wood, flowers, but even a white trouser button glittering out of a puddle in the street... Everything has a secret soul, which is silent more often than it speaks." Wassily Kandinsky
"When I was five years old, my mother gave birth to her eighth child. He was never to come home, dying six days later. I knew I loved him as I loved my five other brothers and sister. I knew he loved me as they also loved me. Growing up, I remained tethered to him, never questioning what others may have perceived as a lack of presence. Rather, my childlike perception of secret souls and silent glitterings flourished, creating an emotional lens through which I also became acutely aware of my own spirituality tightly sheathed in an uncompromising human suit. A human, BE-ing.
Creating for me is an extension of that awareness. "Texture" is more akin to scarring or submission during mark making, eventually shaping and reflecting its own existence."