My friend Liz and I discovered the artist Jane Maxwell at an art gallery in Boston a few summers ago.
Some of you are going to love her work as much as I do. Which means that when I'm ready to buy a piece the price will be even higher.
But I just wanted to share.
Of my favorites, the first is 'Walking Girls'.
'Pick your Fruit' reminds me of of a photo I have of my mother who modeled in San Francisco in the early 1960's; I also remember going to orchards to pick apricots with her as a child.
Though I've read Ms. Maxwell's statement, her work has a slightly different meaning for me (as it well may for you). I see a both/and -- the connecting and caring that is symbolized by the fruit labels/the farmer's market -- and the 'I or identity piece of ourselves that I see in the stance of the women -- at least in the images that I like.
Bottom line -- I'm not quite sure why I love her artwork so much.
Isn't it usually that way?
We discover art, we love it, and only later we come to see how the art has named for us something that we somehow couldn't.
What is your response?
Do you like, dislike, love, hate -- or are you indifferent to her work?
What meaning do you make?