There is absolutely no space between Maria’s life and her art, they are both one and the same thing. I spent a couple of hours today clearing out this giant mound of snow that blocks the outdoor doors to the basement.
I got about half of it done – it will take a couple of days – and Maria came over to help me. In about three seconds, I looked around and she had sculpted a bench and invited me to sit down, which I did not do, knowing I would sink right through it.
I couldn’t shovel it away either, it deserved to live for a while. Maria talked at length about the texture of fresh snow and how it made her feel. I love my winter pasture but I have no special relationship with snow.
She said it is great fun and very satisfying to work with snow.
I just thought of it as something to shovel and take pictures of.
I love her creativity. It is a powerful force in her, and it is never, ever, far from the surface.
Every thing becomes a thing, a line, a color or texture to be manipulated into a … vision.
In Swden they have a hotel completely of snow and ice; the guests sleep under caribo blankets and by the end of their stay they are probably sick and tried of vension and cold drinks. Why don’t you and Maria create a snow sculpture contest and invite the immigration children. Just for fun have silly prizes and make ther are several different catagories so one is left out. Maybe something like different color ribbons that the children can wrap around their wrist Here’s hoping Monday is smooth sailing for you and Maria!