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Remembering

Posted on: September 7th, 2017 by jmbroekman 2 Comments
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Top: I was once a teacup, mixed media on board;
Above: I was once a branch of azaleas, mixed media on board

Remembering my sister on her birthday

My sister was born on this date 64 years ago. So today I am remembering her.

That’s not exactly news. I am always both keeping Kukla in mind, and simply remembering in general. Remembering is always at my core. Whether elusive or more tangible, I believe memories and remembering are what completely shape and form who we are every step of the way.

Layers of remembering

Even though I don’t make narrative work, thoughts about memory, and remembering, have always permeated my paintings, prints, and collages. My work is always layered, and the pieces that sit below the surface, like the fragments of experiences that are lodged in our bones, play an integral part in building the ultimate artwork. I may start something as a drawing of teacup, or by putting down an azalea red ground; eventually that teacup will be obliterated, and the painting will become blue or green. There will, however, still be this one tiny bit of that red that shows through. And that sliver may be what makes that painting. The thing that makes it work, makes it interesting; it’s what catches your eye – that fragment of memory. So what came before, the experiences, the layers that lie below the surface – they are what make the present possible, the work what it is.

There is a story in the Talmud, that goes something like this: We each have an angel who walks besides us, and before we are born, our angel teaches us everything we will need to know to live this particular life. Then, just before we head down the birth canal, the angel knocks us between the nose and the upper chin, and we forget absolutely everything we’ve been taught*.

The seeds of that wisdom were already planted, and they are there inside our body. Guiding us along our journey here on earth. I wish my sister was still around; I know she would be as fascinated by these ideas as I am. Happy Birthday Kukla, wherever you may be flying.

*Side note: if you would like to read more about this phenomenon/idea there is an interesting examination/discussion of it here: http://www.aish.com.