#1 in a series of 5 (maybe 6,) still in progress in my studio that uses dress patterns collaged to canvas and gesso. Each piece is interactive with the viewer. In this one, I have 100 dinner plates handwritten with personal declarations and feelings for people to sift through. The plates are on a ledge in my studio, but, if exhibited, would be placed on a big wooden bench. The boarder of the work is made with white table cloth. (Below are studio shots that I took.)
I have given all that I can give.
You did not see the slice of sky.
One day your spoon became a shovel.
My china will never match.
You make fun of my wrinkled napkins.
Your bite became aggressive.
My presentation is always dignified.
You didn’t notice the uniqueness.
You only see your reflection in the silver.
It bothers you that there is only one fork.
You miss the fine details.
You ignore what is set before you.
Now odd that you go away complaining.
You gobble up delicacies like fast food .
My freedom annoys you.
You have it all backwards and in reverse.
You were only trying to help yourself.
The things that come out of your mouth are shocking.
You had a personal goal that involved me.
Our motives are very different.
I have what it takes.
Thank you.
No thank you.
I am fed up, finished, and through.
I have always set a place for you.
The entree is not for sale.
Everyone is welcome to an extra helping.
I am a refreshment.
It was all my pleasure.
Your eyes are the size of saucers.
You must always be the centerpiece.
I worked a life time on the menu.
I didn’t fulfill your expectations.
The fine china is now hidden.
You wanted so much.
I can not make something up.
I didn’t want to lose my course.
I showed you beautiful patterns and textures.
I needed to preserve my integrity.
All i have is inside of me.
I freely share myself with you.
You have overlooked all that I can give.
Realizations take time to arrive.
I must save myself.
My service was amazing.
Some things must be avoided.
You hatched something up while I was cooking for an army.
You tried to rearrange my table.
I owe you nothing.
Your expectations are too much.
You said you tried to help me.
You only helped yourself.
I never asked for, or needed, your help.
I made myself vulnerable, somethings fragile.
Each glass has the same amount.
Your tone had grit to it.
I pray all the time.
Please order take-out next time.
Well done! I am going to leave now
I am going to walk away. I’m going to disappear.
I took it for awhile, I overlooked it.
I just don’t want to be around you any longer.
I remained refined.
This is not a stain.
You will miss all that was here.
Time washes things away.
The event is now fading.
I didn’t need what you offered.
Where does that leave me?
You are not satisfied with your dish.
I was as kind as I could be without being walked upon.
You became sloppy.
We all need daily care.
I couldn’t breath, I was choking.
A personal menu of your favorite foods.
I tried the impossible. I tired to please us both.
We have very different tastes.
Your remarks had a sour flavor.
I don’t ever want to be bitter.
I lost my privacy, I lost the time to rejuvenate.
I am sorry that it has come to this.
Patience allows things to rise and become.
I presented you with a feast that was rare.
The recipes overflow with flavors.
Please don’t make a mess here.
Your mouth is full.
I like to focus on everyone’s sweetness.
I have taken on quite a bit.
The party got out of control.
You have forgotten how to slow down and enjoy.
I provided you with a gem.
There were rations, but everyone ate.
You missed the spread placed before you.
The banquet is where everyone can.
You left your picnic in the rain.
The table cloth was pulled away quickly.
The reception was off.
I treated myself with respect.
Your indulgence got the best of you.
You talk to consume your own words.