If I tell you my story....Will you Listen?
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These are some of the stories that women tell when they gather
If you are blue and I am red and she is pink and he is green, what makes us different? you are blue and I am red and she is pink and he is green, but on the inside we are all the same. We are hearts and lungs and livers and kidneys and blood and veins. You are blue and I am red and she is pink and he is green and yet we are all souls and spirits and humans
My mother died when I was nineteen. One day, before she died, I went into her room at the hospital. She was sitting in the chair, in the corner of the room, the nurses had propped her up, when I looked at her I knew that she was gone, there was nothing there anymore, her eyes were completely empty.
Not all the stories are sad. But its the sad ones that are told over and over again. It is a way of dealing with the feelings. Telling the stories helps us heal.
If I tell you may story, would you listen? Does it interest you where I have been? Do you care what I have done and where I will go? Do you think that by listening to my story I can open your eyes to see the world in a different way? Wouldn't that be good?
My childhood was filled with profound loneliness, having little attachment to my parents. To make sense of my existence, I looked to Nature, observing her secrets and stories. When I was older, I bought a camera to record my discoveries.
My mother died when I was nineteen. One day, before she died, I went into her room at the hospital. She was sitting in the chair, in the corner of the room, the nurses had propped her up, when I looked at her I knew that she was gone, there was nothing there anymore, her eyes were completely empty.
Not all the stories are sad. But its the sad ones that are told over and over again. It is a way of dealing with the feelings. Telling the stories helps us heal.
If I tell you may story, would you listen? Does it interest you where I have been? Do you care what I have done and where I will go? Do you think that by listening to my story I can open your eyes to see the world in a different way? Wouldn't that be good?
My childhood was filled with profound loneliness, having little attachment to my parents. To make sense of my existence, I looked to Nature, observing her secrets and stories. When I was older, I bought a camera to record my discoveries.
Artist Statement
Don't Forget to Wind Me Up
Judith is intrigued by the undefined features of the faces she creates. She manipulates wool fleece into form and asks the viewer to become an active participant in finding meaning, sense, ideas, stories, interest in what lies below the surface. Judith wants the viewer to engage their senses in her work and to let down their barriers...to see, to hear, to touch, to feel to smell. The imagery and the sound of the music boxes trigger the viewer’s own consciousness and allow a personal relationship to evolve with the installation.
Please feel free to wind up the music boxes.
Please feel free to wind up the music boxes.
If I Told You My Story...Would You Listen?
Wool Fleece and Media
This installation piece explores the stories we tell about the lives we live. The faces are the untold stories of women as they meet and interrelate with one another. Women through time have always gathered and worked and talked together. In our modern society, It is hard to find the room for these gathering moments. I take the time, in my life, and I listen to the stories that the women tell. I embrace the history of all the crafts that women have done and return them to you to experience. I wish the viewer, to stop and take the time to listen and to imagine and hear the story themselves by looking at the faces and hearing what they say.
What Colour Are You?
Steel and Wool Fleece
My work has dealt with the exploration of combining wool and steel and trying to find a balance between the two. The idea that the steel could be construed as masculine and the wool as female was my original starting point.I have concluded that the steel often ends up being a support or container for the wool and in the end I realized “who cares”. The steel is stronger and holds the wool and that’s okay....just as the wool is soft and colourful and allows the steel to shine.I felt the need to defend the idea that working in wool and using it as a sculpture tool is not to be designated as craft but serious art.
This piece is a visual reference for the oneness of mankind. People, though they may look different and believe different things are all human beings made of flesh and soul and spirit.
The idea that your life does not affect mine is for me an illusion and construe of society to allow bad things to happen in the name of the greater good. I believe that even though you live in a far away country and I have no visible relationship to you...your life affects mine in the matrix of mankind. The reality that you live in will change the reality that I live in and vice versa.
I challenge the view to find the colours that best describe who they are and then to open their eyes to see the colours they could be..
Wool Fleece and Media
This installation piece explores the stories we tell about the lives we live. The faces are the untold stories of women as they meet and interrelate with one another. Women through time have always gathered and worked and talked together. In our modern society, It is hard to find the room for these gathering moments. I take the time, in my life, and I listen to the stories that the women tell. I embrace the history of all the crafts that women have done and return them to you to experience. I wish the viewer, to stop and take the time to listen and to imagine and hear the story themselves by looking at the faces and hearing what they say.
What Colour Are You?
Steel and Wool Fleece
My work has dealt with the exploration of combining wool and steel and trying to find a balance between the two. The idea that the steel could be construed as masculine and the wool as female was my original starting point.I have concluded that the steel often ends up being a support or container for the wool and in the end I realized “who cares”. The steel is stronger and holds the wool and that’s okay....just as the wool is soft and colourful and allows the steel to shine.I felt the need to defend the idea that working in wool and using it as a sculpture tool is not to be designated as craft but serious art.
This piece is a visual reference for the oneness of mankind. People, though they may look different and believe different things are all human beings made of flesh and soul and spirit.
The idea that your life does not affect mine is for me an illusion and construe of society to allow bad things to happen in the name of the greater good. I believe that even though you live in a far away country and I have no visible relationship to you...your life affects mine in the matrix of mankind. The reality that you live in will change the reality that I live in and vice versa.
I challenge the view to find the colours that best describe who they are and then to open their eyes to see the colours they could be..