Death Becomes Her, a show exhibited this past fall (2014) at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, was a must-see the day before I ran the New York City Marathon. I was in my hometown, I love the Met, I enjoy clothing, and I am drawn to the dark and even morbid in art, fashion and design.
I came away with this post card, a close up on the details of a mourning dress from the early 1900s.
The different fabric textures catch and reflect the light. The loop details make me thing of links in a metal chain. In the black, I can see reds, yellows, browns, and even silver in the shimmer.
I wanted to paint something using the textured, hourglass image. I wasn't sure where the inspiration would take me.
Yesterday, I retrieved the postcard from a pile-o-inspiration. I should paint in oil, I thought; if I am using a lot of black, it had better be rich in color.
A round wood plate offered a place to start. So far, I blocked in the shape, the basic colors. I am not sure how literal it will remain.
It will end up as a wall hanging or even tea tray. What it will look like in the end is unknown for now.