Auction #2: Dream and Memory, Heaven and Hell

November 2nd, 2009

Vision Imagination Dream and Memory by Cait StuffVision Imagination Dream and Memory
by Cait Stuff

Mixed media painting (8×10) of acrylics, ink, collage, tracing paper, magnets, label stickers

Based On:
The War Between Heaven and Hell Wallpaper by Jeffrey Ford

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“The War Between Heaven and Hell Wallpaper” begins with a vision, an unanticipated sight. Larger than that single vision, though, the overarching narrative weaves between different forms of storyline (that which is imagined, dreamed, and remembered) as the author attempts to make sense of the original image. In “Vision Imagination Dream and Memory” I tried to not only to capture Ford’s initial vision of heaven and hell battling in the wallpaper design, but also to lay focus on the creator of that vision, how such creations are a product of a human mind interacting with the world. In that sense, the focus of the painting becomes the author himself, not Ford, but an abstracted “everyman” as the search to make meaning of our world is a universal desire. On top of the acrylic and collage painting sit “magnetic poetry” style words. These suggest not just that words are intrinsic to the stories that Ford creates about his initial image, but also that our many ways of interpreting the world rely mainly on juxtaposition, and how the mind wanders from one idea to the next in a way quite similar to how a poem is put together from pre-printed worded magnets.

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A Taste Of Interfictions 2
“My brother Pedro was born on the floor of our apartment. That was when we lived above the Good Foot. It was three-thirty on a Saturday morning when my mother pushed him out. Downstairs in the club, my father used to say, there was a band playing with twenty drummers, two basses, two guitars. Big horn section, lots of singers. It was some party down there. My mother said that my brother didn't cry once. He just hit the floor, put his ear against it, and started taking it all in right then. The band, the cheers from the crowd, the stomping feet against the club's floor. He never cried. But never slept either. Just listened and listened.”
From: Interviews After the Revolution by Brian Francis Slattery

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