“A work of art is the unique result of a unique temperament.” Oscar Wilde.
And so it is true. Let us examine the work here before us . . .
“Just what. . . ” we may ask ourselves trepidatiously “. . . is the artist trying to say here?” The skilful intertwining of both the abstract and the subject matter almost scream at one to sit up and pay attention. Contextually – the artist takes us on an idiosyncratic and yet remarkable journey – almost akin to passing through the birth canal itself and thus evoking a strong essence of re-birth. The swift, impassioned strokes of the chalk – a fierce juxtaposition with the torment of the artist herself, a Miss Grace B of Bolton, Lancashire.
When asked to elaborate on her work, Ms B was quoted as saying:
“A-bwaaaaaah. Ga ga ga ga gawwan, gawwan. Bwee-yeah! Bbbblllllllpppppppppp”
Enigmatic and Esoteric in her response, we may never know what this work of genius – this phenomenological expression of the artists inner dialect – may represent. Ours is not to question great art. Ours is merely to observe and wonder.