A verse from:
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock - T.S. Eliot
| And would it have been worth it, after all, | |
| Would it have been worth while, | 100 |
| After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets, | |
| After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor— | |
| And this, and so much more?— | |
| It is impossible to say just what I mean! | |
| But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen: | 105 |
| Would it have been worth while | |
| If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl, | |
| And turning toward the window, should say: | |
| “That is not it at all, | |
| That is not what I meant, at all.” |
Based on this poem a friend of mine, Cat Daze, created a portfolio of artworks ranging from photography, printmaking, and fiber works. Creating lines, unplanned, scattered, unintentionally creating balance, stability, and straightness. Showing the relationships between family, friends, and even strangers that is difficult to explain or portray, but yet each individual strand knows its role creating continuity. The embossed pieces were also great symbolism. To emboss the copper plate showed surface unity and beautiful patterns that could be put together all with the same plate. However, to ink and print the same copper plate would show natural impurities, individualizing it every time it was printed. Reminding me that though we can be so similar upon appearance we all have multiple impurities just waiting to be seen and interpreted unique to the different people we meet. The pieces showed stability through the unbalanced, and random through the trained. It truly is difficult to put into words. To say the least it was a great show!
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