This piece is inspired by the black and white photos of convicts taken by Australian police in the 1920s. They are not your typical mugshots. Each face tells a story and Ettie Sultana’s is one that seems to me to be more of a book.
This piece is 8×10 in. and the medium is encaustic collage….hot molten wax and papers in other words. It is my attempt to tell one chapter. I think there might be more. I love her face.
As the title suggests, RV living has reached an uncomfortable quiet zone. The time of rushing around and making decisions has finished and the waiting has begun. Waiting for the house to be move-in ready and then the back half of the storm–the storm cloud containing the belongings from my former life and the physical challenges of moving.
On a more literal level, we watched, waited and prayed while Hurricane Nicole targeted Bermuda and climbed to Category 4 before slamming into the island, at a reduced level 3. Not much difference between them we learned. I learned a great deal about the blessed geography of this island, with its high cliffs and natural reefs. We took comfort in the strong infrastructure of their buildings and their level of preparedness but nothing can take away the fear of knowing that a loved one (in this case our son) is beneath that swirling mass of unrelenting wind. So thankful to finally hear he was ok, I responded with this gouache piece in my journal…therapy for me and a record of waiting and watching.
We have all heard the phrase, ‘House of Cards’. Well, this is a ‘House of Wax’, painted outside my house on a sunny afternoon.The beautiful smell of warm beeswax, a soft breeze and a perfect spring day are now the memories I can add to the one of seeing this house while on a ramble with friends. This is the last of a short series on the theme of a blue house by the sea. Encaustic (meaning to ‘burn in’) wax painting is a recently rediscovered ancient medium, producing translucent, ‘just got to touch it’ surfaces lasting centuries in some instances. What a fitting way to finally ‘seal’ my memory of that time…with wax.