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It is hard to be born, to become whole. The artist tries forging symbols out of what may appear to be the barest of subjects, churning seeds, eggs, anything to birth meaning from the stew of a world. In turn, she finds herself erecting graves, shaping tumuli, and marking the hearts of dead selves. The artist is wanting to show that the image is haunted, enshrined by its very own soul. In this way, every stone and small charm, these roughly precious things, comes together to collect in a center. It shapes an oval, a strange ellipse, and an ancient meaning unsheathes itself. When all things are artifact the poetics may unfold without end, but some mythologies are not so clear. I wonder, how far off is my aim?
Maeve Alaric has spent the past four years as an artist in Pratt Institute's Fine Arts Painting BFA program. Having also studied creative writing, she utilizes writing practices to expand upon current ideas and to conjure new ones. The inspirations for Alaric’s artworks are sourced from the characteristics of natural beings and the natural world. If spotted, she would likely be seen wandering with a downward cast gaze, or knelt to the ground, picking through pieces of matter, but always absorbed in the detail of feeling.
Four Written Pieces
By Maeve Alaric