Where are your monuments, your battles, martyrs?
Where is your tribal memory? Sirs,
in that gray vault. The sea. The sea has locked them up. The sea is History...
First. The woman in these images is like an energetic gift from the Universe. You know something or someone arrives by the Universe- there is no stopping it, or planning it. It's the mixture of their history and your history combining... Your Universe and theirs. You have a cosmic occurrence. Lessons from the Universe, sting. Gifts, on the other hand, heal.
The octopus creature has always been a magical thing to me. I've been using them in art for a long time. One never knows which way their body is going to go, which means endless possibilities. They're so clever, curly, curvy, strong, soft and wet. To me, they are more like a woman than any mermaid can be. Or at least, much more interesting.
We shot outside. It was 50 degrees and raining. We found our 8lb octopus at the ABC Seafood Market for $32 on Powell Blvd, in Portland. The wig for $43, the third and last one we tried on. We were on the street outside my house in NE. In between moments of freezing, cars driving by, flashes working and not working, there were these lovely, composed frames that are now frozen for looking at. The trust, rawness, vulnerability and history is as real as it gets.