“I am making a small piece of art for you and will mail it when I have it ready. : )
I was thinking about the colour black after we met in the park and quite frankly sat far too closely together. We were definitely not maintaining a 2m distance. I had no trouble thinking of other positive associations for black. In the black. Black Friday. Black tea. Black belt. Black Power. Little black book (lovers keep little black books, or is that rapists, not sure, now that I think about it). And thinking of how black is also enveloping and so black could be seen as comforting. Then there was “Black Out Tuesday” and there was some criticism about it visually creating a huge void because people were stupidly using the black lives matter hashtag, when the goal was to center and bring forward black voices. Then I thought about black also being an amalgamation of colour. Black is the absence of colour in the light spectrum, but when dealing with pigments black is all of them. So not a void, but a gathering of sorts.” From an email dated June 5, 2020, edited for clarity.
The title comes from a 1637 book by Adriaen Roman, Samen-spraeck tusschen Waermondt ende Gaergoedt. As an ethnically Dutch person I am also interested in the role of the Dutch in the development capitalism, colonialism, and the 16th to 19th century slave trade between Europe, the African continent, and the Americas.
Found this in a pile of old things. I’m still interested in it. Although, just two layers: foreground and background. Not sure when I made this, but there are small skin tags on it, so my guess is about 2011.
Paradox (There is no woman in Paris who has ever had surgery. Not one.)
Paradox (She can no longer jet off at a moments notice.)
Paradox (When I return a couple of hours later, Lily is arranging a huge bunch of blooms in a giant cream-colored earthenware jug. Somehow she also manages to simultaneously pour champagne for her guests, roast two chickens, make delicious fresh salads, and entertain the group with her tales from the road.)
Paradox (Reveling in the belief that no matter how serendipitous or considered the path, nothing feels better than the find.)
Paradox (I was a Park Avenue housewife, with two children and a cook.)
Paradox (In order to resemble the selves we love a bit longer.)
Paradox (In the yellow gallery of her family home in Paris.)
Paradox (Elegant Restraint. Anything but shy and reserved.)