Here no one (except parents/ grandparents) are interested in what are the exact words. But their potential as the advent of language and of communication is formidable. In destroying the sound poem (cutting and spinning in to threads) I enact a process of creating or re-creating the act of word process and transform it to something more. ...into gold strands (honoring the fairy tale where the name of something/someone is thesecret and savior) and also to a series of strands with dots still on them: isn't reading looking at a white ground with a rectangular shape of a dot matrix that we look at that our brains translate into ideas? Cannot the reader of this book look at the dots on the strands and create his/her own 'reading'?
- In Solomon’s Wisdom: A Fable, A Poem A Eulogy A Dream Ten Nests and Eight Holes, a eulogy to my mother is printed, then ripped apart and stapled back together again. In doing so, each of the 8 pages leaves a gaping hole. This physical manifestation of the act of creating is simultaneously, an homage to motherhood, a declaration of the limitation of language to sum up a life, as it is a nod to the wisdom that the sum of parts can never equal the whole.
The book works with three additional texts, which complement the eulogy: A synopsis of the Judgment of Solomon fable, where the king resolves a fight between two mothers by proposing to rip the child in two; excerpts from the poem, “The Word” by Pablo Neruda, where he defines the birth of life as the birth of the word; a text fragment based on a dream, where my mother leaves me on a bus and dances away, along with a set of rendered and cut photographs of birds nests.
All texts & images presented are fragmented and incomplete.
Finally, the paper that I made for this edition: the eulogy is on paper pulp painted to feel like clots of earth & graphite / the other texts & nests are on a very thin translucent sheet: When the substrate is translucent, the possibilities of exploration concerning ‘that which is not said’ is all the more fascinating, and the layering that occurs creates even greater richness to the meaning.
2. You have certain themes you work with again and again, like motherhood, feminism, memory loss, the Kabbalah. Do you have a collection of stories, poems, texts and ideas that you keep up and draw from?
Not really. I write very regularly - it is part of my art practice. And it often seems that my writing enters my artwork or at least informs it. I would say though, that at particular times specific texts obsess me and become essential for the work that I am figuring out then. For example, when I read about the Black & White torahs I realized that this issue of interlinearity has been central to many thinkers throughout the ages. Or, my daughter once gave me a small drawing with the text: .."gloves that make you fly...". These words hang near my work table and I cannot even begin to tell you how many works have come out of this lovely phrase..
As for those 'big' themes you mention, they are just components of my life my reality. I am a woman, an artist, a mother, a feminist,... As I age, I experience memory changes, I have watched my mother die of Creutsfeldt Jakab disease - where her brain was destroyed - But long before that happened, I was making work about memory and'logos' and the brain's functions. We draw on our lives -- but good art transforms the personal into the universal.