On a slate grey floor a red carpet stretches over the lower part of the canvas. In the center of the carpet the pale yellow shape of a canine floats above, dissected by a violet grey segmented way that runs from the top of the canvas to the bottom. To the left of the wall is a room of violet and red wallpaper. To the right of the wall an Arthur Dove sun eats into a burnt sienna landscape of dark caves that produce long shadows. Above all this a sky of try branches grows from left to right. A black cat and red package sit on a carpet supported by a wire attached to one of the branches.
- Year Created: 2011
- Submitted to ArtBase: Wednesday Jul 18th, 2012
- Original Url: http://sarahhollars.com/the-whites-of-their-eyes#/fullscreen/2666267
- sarahhollars, primary creator
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Tracing paper, women’s magazines, clothing catalogs, little images I have carefully clipped and pressed, along with various brands and sizes of black markers litter a small drafting table. I draw the branch of a Christmas tree from a long ago Christmas with my family. A small ornament with a wide-eyed, black cat sitting on a rug, present at its side, dangles from a hook on the branch. I place the tracing paper over a picture depicting a woman I wish I looked like, perfect body clad in haute couture clothing. Over and over again I trace this woman’s eyes, trying to get it just right, missing twice. A memory flashes in my consciousness of a previous drawing, an animal sleeping alone in a bed, and I set to carving out the scene into the paper. One image piles onto another, flitting from one memory to the next, creating new memories, trying to understand what they actually mean and how they might relate to one another. I do this again and again on different sheets of paper and canvas using different materials always searching for an understanding of something I unconsciously know, but consciously cannot quite grasp. At one moment an image is the center of the world and in the next it is forgotten and replaced by a new image. When the image is revisited moments later it is forever amended by everything that the eyes and mind have processed during the time elapsed. I reanimate moments that have been pushed into the dusty long forgotten corners of my mind. I save these reconstituted moments that have altered and morphed from their original context and reality into something new and unique. I do this because these moments are life, they are the answer and the question to everything and they are the never-ending exploration that must be undertaken.