I was looking through a box which is filled to the brim with scraps of paper on which I’ve scribbled ideas for work, images collected and pages torn from journals, photos of mine, drawings, notes, a cacophony of stuff really, which sent my head buzzing just when I thought what I need is focus. I had been looking for something I’d written a while ago about the colour red, but of course could not find it. What I found and now can't get out of my mind was this photo of my friend Beatriz Araiza in action. She was a brilliant ceramics artist and draughtswoman who was killed some years ago riding home on her bicycle. We met at the arts & design foundation course at John Cass in East-London, in 1994 I think. We talked for ages about art and love and death and joy and pain and the often banal nitty gritty of our daily lives. Art was at the centre of it all for both of us, the means through which we dared look at life.
This is a drawing of hers, of an ox-heart I think. I miss her terribly.
2 comments:
she never die in your memory!
i enjoy reading your poetic words of though~
hi Marjojo, i've just recently been going through your blog and it is like finding a secret treasure. i just love love your work and your writing of it. it's incredible how connected you are with your work that you could so clearly write it like you do.
when i came across this post about your friend and the drawing of the heart, it struck me immediately as i also have a friend whom i miss terribly...
one of my friends once told me something his friend had shared with him...that it doesn't get any easier with time, just that the spaces between the painful points get further apart.
i find comfort in these words because i want it to be like that rather than it being easier with time as i am afraid he would just become a faded memory.
i know it's been awhile since you wrote this post but maybe these words will also offer some comfort to you at times. hope my writing to you does not stir up more sadness.
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