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Joan Proudman
- Address
- 27 Ayer Ridge Rd, Freedom, Maine, USA, 04941
- Telephone
- 207-382-6037
- Website
- http://www.joanproudman.com
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Reviews (1)
byVeronica, May 13, 2011
If, as I have read, the lizard is the “symbol of the soul that humbly seeks enlightenment,” I rest my case why Joan must have selected for schools of these creatures to wheel through her work, which of itself leaves you, judging from my own experience, in that state of contemplative ecstasy you suspect only a lizard would know. It makes of your eye the still point of a moving center.
Her art is in a classy class by itself. It brings the proverbial house down, eliciting the gallery art counter-part of a theatrical standing ovation. It’s jazzily cool to remain secretly awe-stricken, but to remain in your proverbial chair would only be a true response if your clothing got snagged in it. That is to say, if getting us past our egos and darts long enough to bask in the spellbinding sun is the test of true art, she is certainly an instrument of its higher purpose. Our subtle anatomies are nourished by the high frequency at which it vibrates. And we can entrust with complete abandon our minds to it, to continue to work its benevolent alchemy, well beyond initial viewing. Some of the encounters are stark and in your face, but remember that you are moving through the terrain on a magic carpet ride with never a report of injury.
Much as a good poem is recognized by the way it can put your thoughts and feelings right on the table, I’m placing my bets on the staying power of her work. Right place at the right time in Man’s spiritual-techno development, in my book she’s destined to make the art history books. Only the dreaming mind can compete with the imagery smith of her exotic visuals, each piece a potent mystery, a mystical poem waiting to happen.
Her work is the reflection of a very beautiful soul humbly submitting that all it can ever be is a work still in progress, while at the same time suspending disbelief in some burst of light in which all seeking stops. Like the I Ching says, “there is only the path,” a deceptively simple concept. It also brings up for me what Ram Dass said in Be Here Now, that “when you go on that journey in order to get to the destination YOU can never get to the destination? In the process YOU must die…”
With eyes wide open we are catapulted into that eternal space in which I like to think of the images she holds up as possible after- life sceneries, and my presence in them is graced.
Her work is as gutsy as it is tasteful and masterful, for she is baring her soul, and in doing so is giving us permission to bare our own, moths to the flame that we inevitably all are, her work makes of you a willing participant in the unfolding process. It is highly inspired and contains the stuff of which prolific blossoms are programmed to ever begin anew. I think she has a pipeline to the absolute and that God is sending his us his LOVE through her art. Actually, Keats was able to say everything I just did in a single line, " ‘Beauty is truth, truth beauty,’" - that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.” VW.
Her art is in a classy class by itself. It brings the proverbial house down, eliciting the gallery art counter-part of a theatrical standing ovation. It’s jazzily cool to remain secretly awe-stricken, but to remain in your proverbial chair would only be a true response if your clothing got snagged in it. That is to say, if getting us past our egos and darts long enough to bask in the spellbinding sun is the test of true art, she is certainly an instrument of its higher purpose. Our subtle anatomies are nourished by the high frequency at which it vibrates. And we can entrust with complete abandon our minds to it, to continue to work its benevolent alchemy, well beyond initial viewing. Some of the encounters are stark and in your face, but remember that you are moving through the terrain on a magic carpet ride with never a report of injury.
Much as a good poem is recognized by the way it can put your thoughts and feelings right on the table, I’m placing my bets on the staying power of her work. Right place at the right time in Man’s spiritual-techno development, in my book she’s destined to make the art history books. Only the dreaming mind can compete with the imagery smith of her exotic visuals, each piece a potent mystery, a mystical poem waiting to happen.
Her work is the reflection of a very beautiful soul humbly submitting that all it can ever be is a work still in progress, while at the same time suspending disbelief in some burst of light in which all seeking stops. Like the I Ching says, “there is only the path,” a deceptively simple concept. It also brings up for me what Ram Dass said in Be Here Now, that “when you go on that journey in order to get to the destination YOU can never get to the destination? In the process YOU must die…”
With eyes wide open we are catapulted into that eternal space in which I like to think of the images she holds up as possible after- life sceneries, and my presence in them is graced.
Her work is as gutsy as it is tasteful and masterful, for she is baring her soul, and in doing so is giving us permission to bare our own, moths to the flame that we inevitably all are, her work makes of you a willing participant in the unfolding process. It is highly inspired and contains the stuff of which prolific blossoms are programmed to ever begin anew. I think she has a pipeline to the absolute and that God is sending his us his LOVE through her art. Actually, Keats was able to say everything I just did in a single line, " ‘Beauty is truth, truth beauty,’" - that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.” VW.
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