Heather Eastes
www.axis.org/p/heathereastes
Statement:
Looking back, it feels as though nothing has changed. But the past is a distant, different country. Of course everything has changed – although the feelings remain the same. On the wooden panels, painted ideal pastoral scenes of holidays and Sunday outings are preserved as golden worlds, thus changed. Holidays were days in Eden or Arcadia – as far as they could be. The girl of long ago smiles unchanged, in summer fields forever, with a sheep.
But on the beach there is a change. The mother, despite the “Arcadia” she has promised, metamorphoses into a bird-woman – a Harpy, a creature of Hades who punished evil-doers. The child, accepting, or unnoticing, moves on, sulking. Nothing has changed. My work, mainly painting and drawing, is based on distant memories and
associations recalled during the process mark-making , then summoning and “fixing” situations and memories to form a poetic narrative.
www.axis.org/p/heathereastes
Statement:
Looking back, it feels as though nothing has changed. But the past is a distant, different country. Of course everything has changed – although the feelings remain the same. On the wooden panels, painted ideal pastoral scenes of holidays and Sunday outings are preserved as golden worlds, thus changed. Holidays were days in Eden or Arcadia – as far as they could be. The girl of long ago smiles unchanged, in summer fields forever, with a sheep.
But on the beach there is a change. The mother, despite the “Arcadia” she has promised, metamorphoses into a bird-woman – a Harpy, a creature of Hades who punished evil-doers. The child, accepting, or unnoticing, moves on, sulking. Nothing has changed. My work, mainly painting and drawing, is based on distant memories and
associations recalled during the process mark-making , then summoning and “fixing” situations and memories to form a poetic narrative.