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Ansisters Event August 2005

patterns

Detail from the performance 'Patterns Outside My Head' by Janine Lewis, Rantebeng Makapan and Bonisile Nxumalo. As part of the FACE Ansisters 2005 event, Constitution Hill, Johannesburg.

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studio : participants : anne-marie moore & group

spirit space
hold out your hands
workshops

ANNE-MARIE MOORE


anneMarieMoore

CONTACT
Anne-Marie Moore

In India until the 27th of June 2005:


+27 11
880 2056
Penfriends Studio,
4 Sixth Street Houghton
Johannesburg 2198.

HOLD OUT YOUR HANDS

bowls

Detail the Hold Out Your Hands series of bowl rituals conducted in a Tibetan society in India.


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woman

"I am concerned about women who do not have the means, be they spiritual, actual or emotional to find their own sacred space within the world in which they live. I record in poetry, prose and film the 'face of women' and work with a variety of small groups exploring ways in which to find wholeness in a broken and very uncompromising world. I give illustrated talks and workshops. I have been privilged thoughout my life to be able to follow the course of my own journey in many ways - home life, travel, writing, art."

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SPIRIT SPACE INSTALLATION

Mark making fascinates me: finger marks in sand, the dent of pencil onto paper, dip pen ink blobs, a mystery to unravel. Fountain Pens flowed words magically off the nibs. Then delving into square cuts and dips of calligraphy, marks flourished and swirled across the paper. Now electronically I peck the words onto the page making sense of the words floating in my mind.

Therefore with calligraphy and words which are so much part of my art and being, paper and books will form a major part of my installation-I will need an indication whether paper ‘containers’ are acceptable-for instance: paper bags altered and re-worked? Books made from handmade paper and constructed into installations will form much of the art.

I envisage a construction-spiral, labyrinth using pebbles-stones collected on my travels whereby the containers are placed within this ancient shape. The journey begins and ends in the sacred circle of life. A cairn of stones built in the centre which will grow using stones that will be placed at the entrance of the circle- Added to by the visitors to the space. The stones will be plain and painted-prayers and invocations open to the elements.

Within the space I shall place artifacts which will be incorporated into the area creating layers exploring visual texture through paper and found objects.

The articulated surfaces will recall earlier ties to spiritual realms and connections to our past cultures. The written word will also be evident-whether by implication or actual within the handmade books and paper containers. Appropriate music near the installation will be played during the exhibition.

The visual appearance of handmade paper will captivate the viewer and draw on the visual, tactile and aural senses. The containers, broken, rebuilt and nurtured are an analogy for our own brokenness, and build on the heritage from which our nurturing is cherished and grows as we protect and form our children using the gifts and knowledge gleaned from our ansisters.

In our culture’s harried pace dictated by the ticking clock we are blinded to the peaceful rhythm of the natural world. This art space I shall share with various friends who have different ancestral backgrounds. They will add their knowledge and creativity to the art space which will be an area of quiet contemplation.

As I shall be travelling to India and working in a Tibetan Society where stones are used in healing and for prayers I hope to photograph some cairns and sacred spaces which will be incorporated into the art space.

There is no measuring of time. A year matters not, years are no time at all. To be an artist means not to compute or to count, it means to ripen as the tree, which does not force sap, but stands unshaken in the storms of spring with no fear that summer might not follow or that autumn will not be far behind. Seasons follow from one to the other regardless. The elements forming us as they formed our ancestors. The seasons follow only to those who live as though eternity stretches before them-carefree, silent, endless. A never ending circle, spiralling outwards to eternity, for eternity.

[with thanks to Rainer Maria Rilke]

Posted 19 June 2005, www.face.org.za, author: Anne-Marie Moore.

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Hold Out Your Hands

bowl ritual

Posted 15 July 2005, www.face.org.za, author: Anne-Marie Moore.

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