Emma Marie {
EMma MARIE.
ABSTRACT SKIES
Inspiration for these works comes from the sky. The almighty theatre that encompasses the drama of life. Its sheer expanse and clockwork nature, teases the mind, to form questions bigger than those we can answer.
Never the same from one moment to the next, it clings to nothing.
For it is CREATION.
Always in motion.
It is the stage that balances extremes; light and dark, abundance and desolation, warmth and bitterness, cataclysmic and idyllic, the known and the mysterious.
The reference to the cloud in my work is dualistic, sometimes it is luminous, concealing the divine presence. Other times, it is the harrowing force of the tempest, the false teacher.
Even the cloud has a shadow!
The abstract skies play with themes concerning the human condition, duality, and faith.
PORTRAITS
I lam intrigued with how opposites are bound together in duality, needing each other to exist, such as light and dark, male and female, positive and negative, magnetic and electric. We understand each by what it is not. The binaries, they are the very essence of this atom filled reality we exist in.
Its fascinating that not only our solid world is built upon these laws, but also is ones personality, perspective and emotions, we are neither all one or the other but a continually changing mixture of all that is.
I endeavour to capture in my portraits snippets of the divisions and similarities that make us who we are, the human race.
CTRL ALT DEL
As I rip down the curtain of reality
the zeros and ones
infiltrate all static memory
oozing in and out of illusion.
Wiping clean.
Rewriting.
All sense of knowing
only the echo of feeling remains
inverse OVERLOAD.
SCRIBBLED BLACK
Walking down the hill
with the words of sweet despair
in the air, in my ear,
yet I smile,
hypnotised by you,
Magnetic Green Abyss.
Our life force connects us,
separates us,
plays with us,
in our eternal dance of
self annihilation,
self recognition.
In a world of scribbled black,
you are my Dart of Longing,
my Sparkly Gold Dust Dream.
If only our nows were reality,
and our ‘what if’s...’
didn’t live in between.
For I see you
and you hear me,
we breathe the edge of never;
on spiky getaway mats ,
under lucid lighting forks
beside morphic umbrella trees.
PAID IN FULL
Infinity loops unseen.
ISNESS
She sits, huddled on the floor
In silent opposition to the last remaining speck of light within her
A blur amongst the shadows
Shamed, abandoned, unworthy
The stone girl retreats
Into her home of nothingness
Once hidden
She dares to dream
Then the door bursts open
A radiant woman of light appears
Alluring, pretty, indulgent
She has lost her kindness, her heart, the essence of her being
Startled, they face each other
They mirror in reverse
The depleted stone girl is unhinged as she realises where her spark has gone
She has been feeding the woman of light
The woman of light is burning up
She has no substance left
Invisible to others
And now blind, she can’t see them either
But they SEE each other, their other
Tears of colour engulf them
From the drenching, SHE emerges
Dignified, beautiful, whole
She is the still point, she is ONE
One with herself, one with humanity, one with source
A reconciled mosaic
She is all that, she is.