Art of Brenda Clews - Celestial Dancers & Divine Mothers

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Women In Spring, 2008, 24.5

Colours dart at me. Touch, and pull their washes back.

Can I shroud you in the colours of the background, so you'll fit your pattern, so you're not cut-out from it.

I'm not different from the scenery I surround myself with.

Look closely, there I am.

With my addiction
to you.

"The process of the painting is so intriguing. Even as it is in process now, there are stories arising~colours, myth, story, woman and a spirit speaking. Wow! And the Poetry, it is amazing with the painting, because of all of the images of woman---a woman, and not several. The same woman, many roles, many moods, many masks, many realities, many, many and the heart, the addictive heart, focused on one." Myna A.

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Celestial Dancers, 5ft x 4ft, oil on canvas

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Self-Portraits, 2006


LIGHT CATCHES DIAMONDS

Light catches diamonds in the fabric sewn in diagonal rows with a round disc of thread at each intersection. Discs that gleam like the sun at noon or during an eclipse, depending if the light is outside or in. In this story of the sun within the story of light, where the gold-balled thread is a retrenchment. Silky, sexy growl of morning light dancing on sheers. Sheen of sequins and beads on the aqua greens of the sheer top I am wearing like a bauble of peacocks.

A positioning of approaches, lyric flights, combining capacities, degrees of interactions or effects, attractions and aversions, ways of uniting or reacting, numbers of binding sites.

A perpetual crossing over, synaptic bursts, a valency of the embroidery, or diagonals, or diamonds, or discs of sun-thread.

I had to laugh. It wasn't that semantic polyvalency was elusive, curtains of floating signifiers washing the world with effusive light, delicate glancing diamonds. But that I was making what I was seeing even as it formed me. Did anything gleam? Perhaps.

It was like strands of perceptual DNA locking or unlocking, depending on the configuration of patterns. What we see was shaped so far back. It's just that particles and waves are either Apollo or Dionysus, classic or baroque, clear, boundaried, balanced or coiling immersive ecstatic. Perhaps we're traveling the photonic path with a way of understanding that isn't so new, still intoxicated by the speculations of the ancient Greeks.

I'm not saying it's not complex, how to describe what we're seeing. We fall back on intricate old theories like a beloved comforter. But the point is not in perceiving what you're finding, rather knowing how to find what you're not looking for.

Or the bright warmth on my skin, a sun that is not just a physics but a biology. I'm playing with you and seeing if I can loop the diamonds dancing on water over your vision sparkling like an interwoven net of nexus points in our multivalent minds that are locking and unlocking in love. Silky sexy sheer. Over a bed of dreams. Throaty growl, polyglottal, vibrating threads of labial lucent words on the lingual throat.

Diamonds mitred at the junction that we are.


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© Brenda Clews 2007-2008

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Celestial Dancer I, 24"x30", acrylic on canvas, 2003
Celestial Dancer II, 31"x35", acrylic on canvas, 2003
Celestial Dancer IV, oil on canvas, 24"x30", 2004
Celestial Dancer V, oil on canvas, 24"x30", 2004

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