"The Goddesses Revisited"
June 9 - July 1, 2007
It has been for me a long and arduous path to wellness, and
this harvest of new works after a long creative hiatus is
first and foremost, my celebration of Life and Womanity’s
mysteries.
“The Goddess Revisited” is part of my continuing search for
the Sacred Feminine, this time using archeomythology
research that led us to the Mediterranean isle of Malta,
where the walls and apses of megalithic temples still stand
from Neolithic times, the oldest freestanding structures in
existence on our planet, older than the Pyramids or
Stonehenge. They were temples for healing in the time of
the Goddess.
Reminiscing twenty-three years back, what started out as an
angry pursuit to depose my jealous Jehovah culminated in a
serene temple in white to her, whose monthly visitations no
woman could ignore. My 1983 inscape “Temple to the Moon
Goddess” consisted of 24 pieces in plaster, mostly live-cast
and life-size, spread out over two gallery spaces.
For this new offering I decided to make maquettes, or pieces
the size of a doll – from 18 to 33 centimeters - a size I’ve
become easily fond of, as it allows me a quick sketch of my
ideas and does not need a slew of male assistants to
execute. My first inspiration was an old tourist memento
from an old friend, which turned out to be a replica of the
Sleeping Lady found in the burial site of Hal Saflieni. It
was thrilling to come face to face with her at the
Archeology Museum in Valletta, behind the glass looking
fragile, and small enough to fit in my hand. Apart from the
giant statue with monstrous calves and tiny feet in Tarxien
which stood two meters high at the waist, “Venus” and the
other famous fat ladies of Malta were miniscule – roughly 12
centimeters or 4 inches. In all the finds, craftsmanship of
a high order was apparent.The blazing summer sun and sweltering heat could only add to
my giddiness at having the chance to walk amidst the ancient
honey-coloured limestone walls of the temples instead of
just imagining all this from books. To see holes in the
ground where blood & water was offered to underworld
chthonic deities, sacrificial altars shaped like mushrooms,
screens and walls turned red by fire and chambers with
secret passages where the ancient oracle would have sat and
prophesied. To imagine what rituals and mysteries transpired
within!
The Sleeping Lady had generous, ample hips
and a small head and hands/feet. As I pondered why, the
answer was revealed to me later during the trip, while
vacationing with my daughter in Cornwall. I woke up early
one morning to take a stroll, and saw my shadow on the
croquet lawn, on a hilltop, at sunrise. Behold – there was
the small head perched on top of a body that loomed large
and wide. I took a picture and measured it: 19 heads
instead of the normal human height of 7 ½ heads. The
Goddess at Sunrise? Could these have been the proportions
that the Neolithic artist used? I proceeded to use these
GAS proportions anyhow, with slight variations and in my
usual neo-classical manner.
The Goddess figures are hooved; descendants of the First
Bovine that exploded to create the universe (cf.
Carcass-Cornucopia, 1987). The head is adorned with
snakes. The hair is gathered at the back in 9 bunches to
signify 9 months of gestation and ends with the tail of a
scorpion (my astrological sign). I chose to portray them
naked to that I could revel in and fully express the female
form with all its soft swellings and undulations.
The perfect material for fleshing out these voluptuous
bodies is clay. Not the resistant oil-clay or plasticine,
but pottery clay, “putik”: earth. After many pottery
workshops I had discovered and indeed wallowed in the
sensitivity and lushness of this material. The rough
clay model is then cast into plaster of paris – the material
I am most at home with. At this stage, all the subtler
details are worked in by direct modeling, a mix of building
up and carving, the technique I’ve always used hand in hand
with livecasting. It proved to be more laborious and
painstaking on this minute scale than it was working with
life-sized models. I was also happy to find that years of
candle making and carving wax Buddhas now served me well.
Are these fertility goddesses? Venuses? Mother Goddesses?
All of the above, I guess, but above all, temples in Malta
were believed to be sanctuaries for healing where dream
incubation was practiced: the worshipper sleeps in a
sanctuary in the hope of receiving a cure, or information
and knowledge of the divine, through the medium of dreams.
The temples near the burial sites were for ancestral
transmutation: a pregnant devotee would sleep in the temple
where her ancestors are buried so that the spirits of the
dead could enter the fetus and be reborn.
At the time of writing, work is still in progress. Work
that has been so satisfying and healing. “When you work you
fulfill a part of the earth’s furthest dream, assigned to
you when that dream was born.” – Kahlil Gibran.
This work is a call for renewing our reverence for Life
which comes from our Mother, or Nature, as some would call
Her.
Through this work I
have learned to dream again.
Agnes Arellano studied sculpture at University
of the Philippines Diliman. A 1988 CCP Thirteen Artists
Awardee, and awarded a Freeman Fellowship Residency, 1996,
Vermont Studio Center, Johnson, Vermont, U.S.A. She was also
the Founder and President of Pinaglabanan Galleries in San
Juan, in memory her late father and the development of
contemporary Philippine art.
She directed
the preparation of the bibliography of modern art in the
Philippines for the catalogue of “New Art from Southeast
Asia 1992”, published by the Japan Foundation.
Designed the
stage sculpture, masks and other set pieces in the
production of Anton Juan’s play entitled “Death in the Form
of a Rose/Kamatayan Sa Hugis Ng Rosas” staged at the Faculty
Center Studio, U.P. (1991).
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