Abakanowicz writes, “To make something more durable than myself would add to the imperishable rubbish heaps of human ambitions.” She wants what she creates to share her mortality. She asks, “How to give vent to this innate defeat of life other than by turning a lasting thought into a perishable material?” Impermanence, mortality itself is a mark of life. You cannot die unless you have lived. This gives hope to the artist whose work is doomed for imperfection: there is value in the struggle itself.
– From an artist statement at Davidson College, 2020
Ashes Like Bread, 2019 [oil and oil pastel]
Last week, we attended the opening of Isaac’s final art show at Davidson, Ashes Like Bread. The phrase comes from Psalm 102:9 :
For I eat ashes like bread, and mingle tears with my drink, because of thy indignation and anger; for thou hast taken me up and thrown me away. My days are like an evening shadow; I wither away like grass.
Isaac’s quote (above) comes from one of the painting descriptions that were mounted throughout the show. You can attend a virtual version of the art show here.
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