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Weary of Captivity

12/2/2024

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​"Weary of Captivity" - oil on cradled wood panel, 18 x 24 x 1.5 inches.  
​This item is unframed but ready to hang. (click on the image to purchase)



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Weary of Captivity
If Adam Picked the Apple
There would be a parade,
a celebration,
a holiday to commemorate
the day he sought enlightenment.
We would not speak of
temptation by the devil, rather,
we would laud Adam’s curiosity,
his desire for adventure
and knowing.
We would feast
on apple-inspired fare:
tortes, chutneys, pancakes, pies.
There would be plays and songs
reenacting his courage.


But it was Eve who grew bored,
weary of her captivity in Eden.
And a woman’s desire
for freedom is rarely a cause
for celebration.  - Danielle Coffyn
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Try as I may, I cannot stop the world at large from encroaching on my peace of mind.  And perhaps that peace should be disturbed given, well, everything.

The number of women (and, honestly, men of reason and knowledge and general humanness) who are raising their voices, eyebrows and hands over the growing marginalizing of females (not just females, no no no!  But women are my focus here today) is a growing cacophony to which I add my own voice and art.  

I have been learning to fully experience and express the grief of my own experiences recently, and serendipitously it is not just my own personal grief now, but the world at large.  And it is more than grief - there is a simmering cauldron of anger.
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I don't have the answers.  Just a growing sense of unease and concern.  And a willingness to be there for anyone who needs/wants to commiserate.

For the past year, as I process my own experiences I've been increasingly drawn to create ballgown-bots.  Largely faceless, masked cyborgian females with fancy garb.   At first they were cheeky, haunting, peculiar.  But now they have taken on a larger, societal meaning and a mission of their own.  Are they faceless because they are afraid and unseen?  Or because they are armored and shielded?

And so I am wondering - what do they mean to you, dear readers?

About the art:  this is a paint-over (oil over oil) of an existing piece, which adds a lovely depth of color and texture.  On a recent playdate with the AI bot, I wrote "pink backpack" and let it run.  There were many, many delightfully cheeky monsters and odd humans with backpacks of all sizes.  The whole session left me grinning!   One of them was more of a mash-up of victorian schoolgirl and cyberpunk ballgown-bot, which inspired this piece.  The goal here was the lovely limited palette and high contrast with loose, painterly brushstrokes.  

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8 Comments
Dotty Seiter
12/2/2024 06:05:13 am

Your writing here nudges me to share with you a short Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer poem I read recently that keeps calling me back for rereads:

one hand opens in grief
the other in gratitude
pressing them together to pray

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and, oh oh oh!, the lovely limited palette and high contrast with loose, painterly brushstrokes. wow.

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lola
12/10/2024 02:54:35 pm

Dotty!!! For some reason my reply got lost in the cyber world once again. Thank you for mentioning it in a later blog post! This poem, holy holy holy macaroons - yes. I've been thinking of this in my meditations ever since reading it - my hands are open in grief and gratitude. There is space for both. And when I bring them together, it is powerful. Thank you!!!

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Trina
12/2/2024 03:52:18 pm

Maybe it’s human nature that we want to put a face on a form. But I like the facelessness of your bots because depending on the prose/ or prompts you give us my mind builds a face. One of pain, dull expression, joy, peace…it’s great fun this way! I would put a face of straight determination on this gal! Love💕👑💪🏼

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lola
12/10/2024 02:56:01 pm

Trina!!! My apologies for the delayed reply - my comments on this post were lost in cyber land! Thank you for your description of the facelessness and yes - our minds add faces to things, don't they? I see them everywhere. And determination? Heck, yes! This girl's got it! (just like you, I think!) xoxo

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Thea link
12/2/2024 05:41:36 pm

Wow, what a poem that was for this week.Great question.
Would the apple have become a sacred, symbol, as say, the Lilly is today- for Catholics?
Good girls get flowers chosen as their symbol, bad girls get tossed right out of heaven. :) It's a long flight down out of the ivory tower but we get ...freedom.

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lola
12/2/2024 05:50:55 pm

Thea!!! Right? The apple would become sacred. While the bad girls are getting tossed out of heaven - I'll take the freedom any day! Thanks so much for weighing in on this - I'll be pondering your words all day! xo

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Sara Van Horn
12/9/2024 09:25:07 am

There is such a collective experience we share as women. We normally keep it to ourselves, but there is so much similarity there. The facelessness is perfect because they represent the feelings of so many of us without providing a spokesperson. It feels like a way to draw us together rather than separate. There is also a beauty in the anonymity of finding out who are and what brings us joy, sorrow and healing so we can fully embrace ourselves and our lives.

Too often the world tells us who we are and what we need to do and look like. These bots embrace our collective spirit. They feel like a rebellion and unifying force. They let us come together, but maintain our individuality.

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lola
12/10/2024 02:50:39 pm

Sara!!! "beauty in the anonymity of finding out who we are" - holy mackerel, do I love that phrase. You are so right. Thank you for describing what these pieces signify to you, and for having one of them hanging in your space! It means so much. xoxoxo

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