Patty Zuver
<span class="text"><font color="#CCCCCC" class="text"> <p> This Series of drawings was started last October when I rented a cabin in the woods in the mountains of Virginia. My mother had a serious fall a few days before I arrived and as a result, my week was consumed by daily drives from Syria, Virginia to Charlottesville where she lived.</p> <p> I grew up in Virginia and, as always, when I return and look at that landscape, I am amazed by all that is hidden in the tangled mess that is the flora there. The vines, the fallen trees, the constant buzz of the insects and the chatter of the birds. On long walks I was taken aback by all the dead things I saw: deer, turtles, frogs, snakes, birds. And yet, springing from these dead forms were objects of intense beauty: scarlet vines, irridescent insects, beautiful fungus. Life and death are not seperated in the South- one springs clearly from the other.</p> <p> All that surrounded me echoed what I was seeing inside: Life, even when it appears to be neat and quiet, is never far from the disruption of death and the explosion of birth. The messiness is always there, just beneath the surface. But from this messiness springs beauty, from discomfort springs change, from death springs life.</p> <p> My mother died just before I started to work on these drawings, so the images are tangled with intense feelings of grief: for a mother, for a past, for a place of belonging. With her death, I lost my last parent and one last connection to home. With these drawings, I am exploring the turmoil caused by losing two of the foundations of life: Family and Home.</p> <p> </p></font></span><br>
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