HÉLÈNE DUMAS
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They followed her on to the deck. All the smoke and the houses had disappeared, and the ship was out in a wide space of sea very fresh and clear though pale in the early light. They had left London sitting on its mud. A very thin line of shadow tapered on the horizon, scarcely thick enough to stand the burden of Paris, which nevertheless rested upon it. They were free of roads, free of mankind, and the same exhilaration at their freedom ran through them all.
The ship was making her way steadily through small waves which slapped her and then fizzled like effervescing water, leaving a little border of bubbles and foam on either side. The colourless October sky above was thinly clouded as if by the trail of wood-fire smoke, and the air was wonderfully salt and brisk. Indeed it was too cold to stand still. Mrs. Ambrose drew her arm within her husband’s, and as they moved off it could be seen from the way in which her sloping cheek turned up to his that she had something private to communicate.
Location:
82 Main St. Brooklyn, NY
Date:
October 24, 2021
Oceanic Inspiration
Winding veils round their heads, the women walked on deck. They were now moving steadily down the river, passing the dark shapes of ships at anchor, and London was a swarm of lights with a pale yellow canopy drooping above it. There were the lights of the great theatres, the lights of the long streets, lights that indicated huge squares of domestic comfort, lights that hung high in air.
No darkness would ever settle upon those lamps, as no darkness had settled upon them for hundreds of years. It seemed dreadful that the town should blaze for ever in the same spot; dreadful at least to people going away to adventure upon the sea, and beholding it as a circumscribed mound, eternally burnt, eternally scarred. From the deck of the ship the great city appeared a crouched and cowardly figure, a sedentary miser.
ABSTRACT
Composition with Large Blue Plane, Red, Black, Yellow, and Gray, painted in 1921.
These preliminaries settled, he did not care to put off any longer the execution of his design, urged on to it by the thought of all the world was losing by his delay, seeing what wrongs he intended to right, grievances to redress, injustices to repair, abuses to remove, and duties to discharge.
Even the bitterest fruit has sugar in it.
– Terry a O’Neal
The trees that are slow to grow bear the best fruit.
– Molière
Airplane
Copper wire, wood base. I created this piece in late 2008. For this work, I aimed to convey both the industrial heaviness of an airplane, but also the cloudlike floating quality you feel when you’re in one.
I looked up at the night sky to find the stars performing a remarkable silent ballet. I watched alone for a few moments before waking my partner. The two of us quickly pulled on our slippers and walked into the backyard for a better view.
The bobolink is the only american bird with a white back and a black underbelly. In the past, this bird was sometimes referred to as “rice bird” due to its penchant for eating grains. It can be found throughout North America and Canada.
The first time I saw a bobolink, I thought it was flying upside-down! It is far more common for the underbelly of a bird to be lighter than its back.