"Bombs hiss and whistle"
Part 2, Chapter 4 of Insectual,
War (page 128)
Bombs are flying through the air not yet exploded. But previous bombs had already created great damage. The family of six is assembled in front of a cave, although my intention was to put them into the cave. The detonations of the bombs, the fear of the planes, the displacement of people and the fear to be hurt, and to die, takes place and remains traced in our memory, even when all this happens when we are very small children. In the picture, Maya distances herself from her family and runs away with a doll and teddy bear in her arm.
I am a child of war and I thought that war had not touched me, but as the book explains it had. I did ran away, damaged, my imagination buried - the doll and the teddy bear - but finally retrievable through psycho therapy (in my case).
In the beginning of my painting career my colours were very dark. I wanted to paint hate and anger and fear. Then during many years of therapy I erased the darkness in me, I gave myself finally permission to use bright colours .
Still Life with Chakras (c) B. Sala 1985
War leaves no one unscathed. Bravo to you for going outside of your comfort zone and embracing the brightness of colours. That alone had to erase some of the fear and bitterness that resided within you.ReplyDelete