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Homage To Frida
MATERIALS: An assemblage shrine to Frida Kahlo, created from objects collected on several trips to Mexico
SOLD
In Mexico Frida Kahlo is an icon and held in almost as much regard as Our Lady of Guardaloupe. I have created a shrine to Frida to honour her place in Mexican Culture. The dove on top carries a banner saying "Who needs feet when I have wings" a remark she made refering to dealing with her disabitly by using Art as her escape.
Detail: Homage to Frida
The painting of Frida Ive used as the shrine's focal point, was done by her husband Diego Riviere. This is a postcard reproduction sold to me on a street corner by a pedler in San Miguel. The mariarchi players are hand crafted Christmas tree ornaments from the local market.
Wish You Were Here
Assemblage old postcard, pennies, and playing cards etc
Size: 14”x10”x2’
Price: SOLD
An Ironic social commentary triggered by discovering a steamship photo postcard. It shows a well-dressed party of 1930’s visitors to BC’s Northern coast. They stepped ashore to have their souvenir photo taken so they could mail it to to family and friends, then retreated quickly back to the comfort of the ship. The ship offered gambling as a way to pass the time, while steaming through magnificent scenery.
On modern cruise to Alaska I realised nothing had changed. Passengers would rather admire the beautiful wilderness from the boat deck, then get back to their online poker game and endless dining, rather than brave the insects and the endless forest. The copper linked chain symbolises how we are hidebound by fear and convention.