‘A Moonlit Cloud of Rays’ wil een ode zijn aan de Kunstenares. De installatie bestaat uit 21 geborduurde zakdoekjes tegen een geschilderde achterwand. Als roggen zweven ze sierlijk in de ruimte en zijn door hun bewegingen soms wel en soms niet zicht-/leesbaar. Iedere zakdoek is gewijd aan een kunstenares, verbeeld door haar portret, een quote en twee van haar werken. Alles is met de hand geborduurd.
De achterwand bestaat in feite it de ontwerpen van de zakdoeken geprint op canvas en vervolgens beschilderd met het onderwaterbeeld van een groep roggen.
I do not like rules and regulations. They are enemies of the imagination.
Ida Applebroog (1929)
I hate being labeled. You can make art from today until doomsday, and if they only place you in a show that is about woman artists, if that’s the only thing that happens, the only place that they put the women, we’re in trouble… It feels like tokenism again. And it really distresses me.
Louise Bourgeois (1911-2010)
All art comes from terrific failures, and terrific needs that we have. It is about the difficulty of being a self because one is neglected. Everywhere in the modern world there is neglect, the need to be recognized, which is not satisfied. Art is a way of recognizing oneself.
Mary Cassatt (1844-1926)
I am independent! I can live and I love to work!
Sonia Delaunay (1885-1975)
He who knows how to appreciate colour relationships, the influence of one colour on another, their contrasts, and dissonances, is promised an infinitely diverse imagery.
Marlene Dumas (1953)
I save everything. Letters, clippings, cut-out photo’s (…) I like chance.
Tracey Emin (1963)
I need art like I need God.
Anne Forest (1983)
What it’s like in the inner sanctum, I like to call my studio.
Françoise Gilot (1921)
I don’t write diaries and things like that, but I have a fantastic memory.
I call that like a magic carpet.
I can really concentrate and travel back in the past I don’t know how many years from now and evoke that space if I wanted.
Nola Hatterman (1899-1984)
Turn your life into a piece of art!
Eva Hesse (1936-1970)
The magnificance of art!
Life does not last, art does not last, it doesn’t matter.
Frida Kahlo (1907-1954)
They thought I was a Surrealist, but I wasn’t.
I never painted dreams. I painted my reality.
Maira Kalman (1949)
Everything is part of everything. Book. Fish. Suit. Time. Mother. Father. Life.
We live, we blunder, love unites us.
Hilma Af Klint (1862-1944)
Art is the messenger of te hidden aspect of life.
Dora Maar (1907-1997)
I have crossed the wave, And now free to act. Towards the summer within. I hear. This secret in being. This secret to myself secret. .. the eye of boredom. Of grass and yet. This day was sapphire. Here it is. (Ménerbes)
Marisol (Escobar) (1930-2016)
I can’t explain.
I was born an artist. Afterwards I had to explain to everyone just what that meant.
Art is about mystery.
Annette Messager (1943)
[Love] can be found in making little dresses for stuffed birds, or in a garden of tenderness like I have done – mixing writing, photography and real spaces. There are all kinds of act of love.
Danae Moons (1986-2015)
Artists are Myths Makers
Meret Oppenheim (1913-1985)
Where inspiration comes from is anybody’s guess.
Freedom is not given to you, you have to seize it.
Florine Stettheimer (1871-1944)
For a long time I gave myself to the arrested moment,
to the unfulfilled moment,
to the moment of quiet expectatation.
I painted the trance moment,
the promise moment,
the moment in the balance,
in mellow golden tones.
Then I saw Time, Noise, Color,
outside me, around me, knocking me, jarring me, hurting me, rousing me, smiling, singing.
Forcing me in joy to paint them.
Rose Wylie (1934)
For a lot of people, that’s not a painting.
I don’t like arty!
A Moonlit Cloud of Rays (een maanverlichte roggenwolk), 2016 / 2017