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The Crucifixions are a work in progress.
This one, "I Crucify Myself A Thousand Times",
is the first in a series of 13 and will not be for sale until the set is
complete.
It is an assemblage in a 24" by
24" shallow box with a Plexiglas cover. A wide variety of items were used
to create this piece, most of which are personal items collected over many
years of hanging on to every little piece of junk, because "I might need
it one day" or "maybe I can fix it" or "oh wow, that's cool".
 The
items were glued to a plywood backing, and then "grouted" with a special
mix of sand and a clear polyurethane glaze to simulate quicksand.
The frame around the piece is as much a
part of the art as the interior, and provides a light hearted dialogue or
commentary about the piece. Newspaper and magazine clippings and pictures
were decoupaged on to every visible area of the frame, even the bottom has
it's own little "story".
 About
the poster:
The poster is a digitally enhanced photograph of the piece printed
on archival matte finish
fine art paper. These 16" x 20"
giclee
fine art prints are individually inspected and hand signed by the artist,
and come complete with the poem printed on the side. We also offer
custom framing, and
prints can be purchased
pre-matted, as well as
matted and framed.
About
the Artist:
I
tried hard to be this perfect girl/woman with perfect breasts and perfect
big hair - but being a human woman, my breasts sag, my hair falls out, my
underwear doesn't stay where it should, and I get more incontinent with
each child I bring into this world..
Life is nothing like it was portrayed on
the front of the box. And I can't just turn myself in to Good Will and get
a brand new me at the store. Believe me - if I could, I would.
So, one day I took a look around at all
the "junk" and "stuff" I was surrounded by, all the little bits of
plastic, paper, and polyester. And I wondered how it came to this, how did
it happen that I wasn't even fit for the
 Garage
Sale Clearance Table. Even free for the taking - no one wanted me. I
didn't even want myself.
Which was really mean and unkind, even
if it was true. And that was how it came to me - that
I crucify myself a thousand times every day. And
since I am pretty much stuck with my imperfect human self for the rest of
my life, why not just claim me and own me just how I am. Why not take all
the rest of the junk off the Garage Sale Clearance Table and make
something authentic and interesting out of it.
I hope you enjoyed my first piece. I am currently hard at work on
the second one. When it is complete - I will post the slide show and a poster will
be made available. If you would
like to be notified when it is done, contact me
here.
The poem:
Below is the poem that is printed on the
cross in the piece. Be aware that it is copyrighted, and all rights are
reserved.
I crucify
myself
a thousand times
every day
I keep thinking
that
I'll cut it out
but I don't
there is all this extra baggage
and unfinished business
and
this nebulous thing about
"being nice"
even when
I'm trying to be pointed and honest
strings are attached
I forgive them and then
forget to forgive
myself
this is my crown of thorns
my Crown Royal
and this is where
I stab myself in the back
driving the point home
just literally pounding it in
is this really me
or do I still have my blinders
on shattering self images
counting down the years
time is running out
burning the candle
at both ends i'm trying to get a
handle on it
I want to be "good"
I want to get all my shit
into one small bag
I want that last piece
of the puzzle to slide
easily into place
and is that once in a blue moon
pie in the sky
happily ever after
magical thinking
did i make my bed and now
i have to lie in it
feels deeply rooted
am I still a girl fragile
easily shattered
or just an old hag
with a bunch of screws loose
this is my slippery slope
the not so soft place
where I land
the quick sand
I thrash around in
every day
-Barbie
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