Art Every Day Month – Day 20 – Commitments
Still deciding where to hang certain art in my new place, my new art room, and how much of the old I really want to see, I’m weeding out and looking in. I came across a series (3) of collages I did in 2002 when my husband and I met again after years passed and decided to make another commitment. We went to grade school together, then to junior high school and one year of high school until he changed schools. I loved him the first time I saw him, even before I understood what that meant. He did not feel the same about me, which is something we laughed about repeatedly after we married. I was a “nice girl” when I was young and he was a bad-ass, a force to be reckoned with, a beautiful young man with a street attitude. But I saw something in him, wondering through the years how his life turned out.
When we met again later in life and caught up on years of missed opportunity – story after funny and tragic story – I made a few collages to try to capture how I’d felt about him, about our youth in a highly charged era and the locale where we’d first met and shared growing pains. Reminiscing with certain people is magical and life affirming. Reminiscing with someone you love is a spiritual adventure.
This is only the second time I’m seeing these collages since he died in 2005. This one includes a simple poem I’d written many years before about becoming a woman, making love in the grass, being a co-conspirator with nature and all the wonderful times of exploration when we were all still unsure of who we were going to be.
I’m adding these to a list of art projects I want to revisit and develop further given that I have new experience and knowledge. These photos are of “Upstate, A Hill” which includes the poem I mentioned above and is written below. The mixed media in each of the collages includes time pieces, peace signs, cross images (we were all Catholic children), scrabble pieces and references to New York and, uh……sex and love which have inspired art for a millenium.
Upstate a hill
Rolled like a woman waking
A wordless touch upon her waist
The small of her back
While onion red barns burned holes in daybreak
To blue sighs and purple screams
Close and steamy on her green
We waltzed to the rhythm of her soul
© Jacqualine-marie baxman 2014
“Looking at my life
I see that only Love
Has been my soul’s companion
From deep inside
My soul cries out:
Do not wait, surrender
For the sake of Love.”