my devotion to the unknown finds a surprising new expression inspired by the meditative Tantric art of Rajasthan
To abstract.
Abbreviate.
To finally glimpse the whole.
Imagine.
Suddenly, after weeks, months, perhaps years of evoking the Goddess …
her arms, legs, her protruding tongue and frightful gaze,
all suddenly resolved into a simple triangle pointing downwards.
– Franck André Jamme, Tantra Song
We are surrounded and embraced by her;
powerless to separate ourselves from her,
and powerless to penetrate beyond her.
We live in her midst and know her not.
She is incessantly speaking to us,
but betrays not her secret.
– Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749 – 1832)
Size: 30 x 44cm
Materials: Salvaged supermarket paper bags, household paint, tea, coffee, seaweed, rust, ink, metallic pigments, tissue paper, gesso, copper and gold foil, linen thread, gold thread
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