Carver (2021) Hand Embroidery, on untreated canvas, in silk, cotton and coffee.
He took 2 months…
He was inspired by a visit some months back to a friend’s house. I spent the day working from the room upstairs where his parents have the object that inspired me, as part of their collection of original late 19th century daguerreotypes.
I was looking at the original, and thought, even the black negative space of photography from the 1800’s denied and erased African American history. Because the black in those photos intentionally implied it’s opposite, white. So even photographed black could not be claimed by someone who was black. He is my small attempt at commenting upon and correcting this type of erasure of a people, their history and the stain of slavery and systemic racism on the soul of America.
I don’t often go across the bay to the modern town of Corinth, the ancient town of Corinth 1k up the road is far nicer. The new version is dusty, noisy and claustrophobically tight, but I was in a rush to get a few things done and over, and a trip to Athens was out of the question. Still Corinth offers a great view of my little town, nestled in a corner at the base of our mountain.
And today I saw the statue of Pegasus, born of the blood of Medusa’s severed head. Bucking up on his hind legs, ever ready to deliver Zeus’ thunder and ⚡️ down to man for him. Funny thing was… just 5 minutes before, I was chatting about myth with an old woman on a queue in a shop that I was in. She off handedly replies to me, oddly, randomly, “be patient, Pegasus awaits you to ride him.” It was a queer thing to say. I walked out of the store, turned the corner and suddenly there he was.
“Pegasus, the all white winged horse that was foaled by Medusa’s blood upon her death, when the hero Perseus decapitated her. Pegasus was caught by the Greek hero Bellerophon, near the fountain Peirene, with the help of Athena and Poseidon. Pegasus allowed Bellerophon to ride him in order to defeat the monstrous Chimera, which led to many other exploits. Bellerophon later fell from the winged horse's back while trying to reach Mount Olympus. Afterwards, Zeus transformed Pegasus into the eponymous constellation.”
So then last night, as I chose to take a picture of Pegasus’ wing in the night sky, a shooting star streaked by.
And in the end, this morning, like the myth, when Zeus turned Pegasus into a constellation, sending him forever into the sky, a single white feather was found on the earth before me as I opened my eyes and stepped out onto my deck.
All this to say that…. I’m incredibly, mortally, allergic to horses.
32 seconds of FIAT V6 6 speed stick drive heaven. My front door to the Isthmus Canal of Corinth (usually a 6 minute drive). Filmed on an iPhone 11 Pro Max in time lapse, edited in iMovie. Music is a touch cheesy, but damn I have fun with this car.
The complexities of the sky in NYC this spring, somehow exemplify and beguile, at the same time, the beleaguerment and deadening, felt so keenly by so many, during this, our most recent trip about our sun.