art of meaning (18/100)
I’ve talked about my love of art before. Marcus and I have been collecting original art since we got married. There’s something about collecting items that have been handmade: I love to think that there’s something that is imbued with a bit of the spirit of the maker in the art.
Our art buying has definitely slowed in recent years, but a couple of months ago, I bought a couple of pieces of art from my friend, artist Kesha Bruce. Kesha’s work brings me tons of joy — and I’m not the only one: the Smithsonian Museum of African American History and Culture is a collector of her work as well. I’ve been following her work for some time, and last year, I finally got to meet her, when she had a show here in Houston. I adored her immediately.
Today, I noticed that her website said the following:
“Inspired by the belief that hand-made objects can be imbued with the spiritual energy and the intention of the maker, Kesha Bruce employs a labor-intensive creative process of dying, ripping, knotting and the cutting away of fabric to create each painting.”
No wonder I love her work so much.
I framed and hung them today.