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On the day I was raped I was not alone.
I became one with my sisters, my ancestors.
I became nothing and whole at the same time.
I became hate.
In losing myself I became something I never was before.
In losing myself in surrendering I became hate, I became animal, I became sex and rage, and in my very vulnerability I became humane.
I was a child human. Human.
Small and insignificant.
And it wasn't until today that I knew as I paint these paintings... these pieces of myself, of women, these stories they become me and they become above and below and around me.
It was yesterday that I was so sm...small so insignificant.
As I am today, but I am all of these things at once small and big.
Pain and joy. And I live. I will live.
Everything up until this moment has been past.
An unfathomable past and I live as life is meant to be for today for a moment with utter knowingness, a trust that I have never understood before, and today becomes a day just like any other day in any other life time and that is what makes me rise and fall.
That is why I breathe and laugh and cry because of the insignificance of it all.
excerpt from Jolyn Fry's studio journal December 2004
Bloodline is a body of work in progress. A study of self and humanity inspired by the artists's own life and story. Jolyn is currently seeking grant and exhibiting opportunies for these and future works.
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"The search is what anyone would take if he were not sunk into the everydayness of his own life.
To become aware of the possibility of the search is to be onto something.
Not to be onto something is to be in despair." Walker Percy
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