Melancholy

This is a painting I did of my father and grandfather one Christmas morning.  I love how haunting the picture is.  Image

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About toccopolasam

Artist Statement: I'm an outsider artist of women's traditional arts. I've been categorized both as a folk artist and south Gothic artist. I'm not sure either category fits me, but I know my art is informed by a feminine gaze. I distrust labels of this kind. Like my grandmother sewing, I do this because I consider it beautiful. I believe in making art that has a narrative, one that creates an ambiance contributing to the visual effect of the work. Like all Southerners raised in the specter of Lost Cause discourse, memories haunt me and my work as an artist. Although southern Gothic is generally rendered in ockers and gray because of multiple layers of decay on the genre, I use garish, Madi Gras colors in defiance of the myth that Scarlett O Hara is alive and well and living in Toccopola. My art searches the landscape for signs of the new south, I'm trying to scrape off the Mary Kay and show the real face however pock-marked of lady antebellum.
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4 Responses to Melancholy

  1. timruane24 says:

    This is a fabulous piece, a work of high art. It reminds me of Arshile Gorky’s The Artist and His Mother, one of my all-time favorites. It hangs in the East Wing of the National Gallery of art in Washington, D.C. I hope to see more of your work. You are keeping good company.

  2. Dad says:

    It’s that moment when, amidst the many joys of Christmas, comes the bittersweet realization this time will pass. There will be many happy times ahead but this one will never come again. Down the years such times become like leaf litter scattered across the forrest floor beneath the tree of ones life and you never know when an errant wind will uncover a fading fragment which brings back the memory piquant with the spring of youth but it can never be put back on the tree.

    Now I can see that in his eyes but at the time I was just happy to have a train and be in my Dads arms.

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