My favorite artist from Main Street Arts Festival was Marina Terauds. I would decorate my house with her art. Especially the image above and the little girl surrounded by birds below. Fascinating. Feel free to purchase and donate to me.
Whereas my last post covered fascinatingly twisted, Marina’s work is haunting in a dark and wistful way. There’s a sense of brooding in the trees.
If you glance through all her works on her website, you’ll get a distinctly pagan impression, whereas the three I’ve featured in this post are, in my opinion, the cream of the crop (and coincidentally the least pagan).
One of the most captivating artists at the Main Street Arts Festival in Fort Worth this year was Beth Bojarski, of Milwaukee, Wisconsin.
“I know I have a fascination with missing limbs. I don’t know where to get help for that.”
That’s exactly the kind of thing you’d expect this artist to say just from seeing her work. I know it’s reminiscent of Korn’s albums and what not, but it struck me as unusual and worth noting.
And maybe I’ll pray for her as I look over each piece.
It was the fall of 2001. 9/11 was on the horizon. I was studying in Denmark for a semester and enjoying the early autumn light. My fellow students and I were given tours of several attractions and museums early in the semester. I was introduced to Anselm Kiefer’s work at the Louisiana Museum.
I was captivated instantly when I saw Kiefer’s paintings. They had an industrial quality to them that spoke to me of the sadness and despair of the modern era. Factories, concrete, fascism, and war are themes that jump out to me. There was something lost to the civilized world during that period.I’m not exactly advocating tree hugging, but a sadness crept into the world with the loss of natural beauty and the introduction of smog, grinding metallic sounds, and cold steel.
Gone are the days of warm tones and gentle breezes, peaceful meadows and openhearted human interaction. Kiefer depicted this change with such power. Swirling greys and blacks, smokestacks and the loss of color.I do not recommend his work to anyone looking for a cheerful, uplifting scene. However, the emotional realism conveyed in his work reminds us what we’ve forsaken, and causes the human heart to appreciate the cost of “forward progress” by experiencing a sharp sense of loss. I am told that not all of Kiefer’s work is so grey. I am told that some of it is even quite elegant and beautiful.
For some reason, I am surprised. How does a man find it within himself to evoke both the depths and the heights of existence from his soul and pour them out onto canvas?