Sue Martin – Terre Verte II
Artist: Sue Martin
Title: Terre Verte II
Paper Size: 75 x 57 cm
Print Size: 75 x 57 cm
ZAR : R9 800
Artist Statement: My African Garden
My studio, this past year, in many ways, has been like my magic garden, where I can explore and play, finding beauty in my artworks and my art materials that surround me.
Like a garden I need light. It has to shine out of my art. Love brings light.
This series of mono prints evolved after the death of my Mother, last year. Her passion was her garden. Unlike my garden, her garden was a non -indigenous garden, with many of the exotics borrowed from the European garden. She planted in ‘beds’, along boundary walls and around the house, neat, orderly and clipped back.
This theme of looking back, a nostalgia that one affixes to past memories, surfaces in my images of peonies, poppies and dahlias. Juxtaposed with this is my own indigenous garden, which is wild, unruly and left to self -seed and regenerate, as the seasons come and go.
In my “Lie of the Land” series I used the Iris flower, which to me, represented a colonial, bygone era, blooming for a short period of time. It too is something foreign to the harsh highveld landscape.
My “Cartographer’s Notes” series whereby I have worked onto the surface of found maps, has also taken a more botanical theme. Plants and places that I have seen and visited, have reemerged onto the surface, in a bright and spontaneous way. This body of work I am presenting, is a celebration to life. My limited edition of etchings is also representative of capturing the essence of a plant seen in nature. It has a sketch like quality. A field study to take home and rework in the studio.
“What does the artist do? He draws connections. He ties the invisible threads between things. He dives into history, be it the history of mankind, the geological history of the Earth or the beginning and end of the manifest cosmos ” -Anselm Kiefer
“But I believe above all that I wanted to build the palace of my memory, because my memory is my only homeland.” -Anselm Kiefer