|Gourd, Vase and Gray Metal, Judie Myers Still Life, Oil on Canvas|
Six months ago my mother, my sister and I stood in the small studio of our old house. A full-sized dumpster sat outside, already over half full.
When you must move accumulated belongings, forty years of the life of a family and nearly twenty-five of that in the same house, it is not true there is no room for sentiment. There is almost no room for anything else.
To standard household goods and beloved mementos you must take with you, you add the studio work of three artists. You resolve you will keep only the best pieces. You have already decided which are the best – long ago. Nothing else is going to accompany you.
|Gourd, Vase and Gray Metal, Detail |
|Woman with Vase, S. Myers|
But art has a little life separate from its creator, and an artist is often not the one deciding the fate of their works. In two cases here they were not...
Out from back of a stack of unfinished canvases – many of them torn or injured in various ways – I drug a painting; it was red and yellow and gray, vibrant even after the dust and stress of an unheated, uncooled studio. I set it up against the wall.