Thursday, 13 June 2013

impression


the larger part of the bedsheet washed and rinsed; more subtle colours, a hint of orange. Dee's post on bounderies got me thinking about this sheet, on crossing bounderies of what might or might not be socially acceptable behaviour, such as picking up someone else's discarded handkerchief, seeing the beauty of it and then transforming that into art; on feeling boundery-less as a mother because the children are part of you in ways you cannot begin to describe.......

As I unfolded the sheet the markings and colours in association with the original function of this sheet, used in our i.e. my husband's and my bed and my comments the other day on how the flowery blobs also reminded me of embryonic growth, all this fused together leading me to see the 'stains' already oozing with a history of sorts: the stains left behind after love making, after sweating, bleeding, giving birth, mixed bodily fluids; the imprint of the beginnings of lives that didn't come to fruition; the traces we leave behind without even being aware of them, our impression of the world surrounding us, the impression we make upon others


a bird watching over an egg

two birds, symmetry

a female figure/earth mother holding her two embryo's 

6 comments:

jan said...

how lovely is this Saskia! Quite geological too...a timescape. When I was in London a couple of weks ago, I found a hankerchief in the toilets of the British Museum. For a moment I hesitated, then picked it up and stuffed it inot my rucksac. Who knows what I'll do with it? I don't.

saskia said...

hi Jan: geological, I like where that could lead me to....
ah, so you found and took a used handkerchief as well (btw Dee did, not me) next time I find one, non too yucky, I'll have to think again on perhaps taking it home with me.

grace Forrest~Maestas said...

i think you could very easily
get pregnant....

saskia said...

if we so chose...

grace Forrest~Maestas said...

ohhhhhhh said with a very quiet
slitty eyed face...ohhhhhhhh,
then i'm right...o, eeeeeee....
well.
yes.
everything has been embryos

saskia said...

chuckle!