Powers swirl in to one’s life, almost as though one has no control.
Vortices – a spiral motion of fluid, especially a whirling mass of air or water; whirlpool or whirlwind. Something regarded as drawing into the center all that surrounds it.
In the late summer vortices one feels a torpor as though waiting for rain – deprived of the power of motion or feeling; dormant, hibernating, lethargic, apathetic.
The feeling of summer, an open sky, a measurement of wind, coming to a close, to the last torpid few weeks before the fall.
The piece is constructed of silk organza, mild steel and bronze. I enjoyed bringing together this string of disparate materials and making them work as part of Myth and Metaphor starting a dialogue about this moment in time.
- Sondra Schwetman