I was about two years old when I would sit on the porch and wait for my big brother to put his shoes on so we could go play. (Mom had already taken care of mine and he was still learning.) I would look out over the green grass in the yard and to the trees in the distance. As my gaze would climb them from trunks to tops, I almost always saw the lady dressed in Puritan clothing walking a large, wild looking dog over the tips against the sky. The dog appeared quite rugged and potentially vicious to me, but I was not fearful. Not that I was convinced there was a lady there at all, or even as a memory, that she did indeed walk on tree tops, no, but there was something so familiar about that day, the shape of the lines, the light and shadows and the way the wind blew that encouraged the memory to emerge and the mind with all it’s wiles, to conveniently placed her there. One summer of here presence and the next year, when I looked for her, she was gone and only the memory I hold within me now is what I know of her. A lady walking a dog over tree tops…
There are several forms of symbolism in the image one of which includes a ball of light embedded yet emanating from my chest. This is the visual implication of the sensation associated with the memory… near to my heart. The ‘o’ of ‘who’ wraps around it and amplifies it’s presence. The coloration is cool to suggest the serenity and the green hues are a reflection of those summer days. Although I mentioned I did not feel frightened, there was still a sense of urgency, like a storm was coming, which I have conveyed through the churning clouds in the background. At times back then, they too appeared to be part of the visual experience. The cloak I am wearing impresses the notion that I am not actually there,but am more of an apparition witnessing events. The word “Who” separated by a space then continued into, what I’m sure you’ve recognized when brought together is my screen name, “dini” suggests not only the question of who, is she, but who, am I? This name, Whodini, which I have chose as a representation of myself and my artwork, is meant to convey the great illusion of myself and existence, as well as to serve as a tribute to and a play on the name of the great illusionist, Harry Houdini. The remainder of the image directly relates to the memory and the memory of the memory. The only things that were ever real, represented within this image, was the child and the tree line. Everything else is just a memory… or, a dream if you wish. For me, it is one of the most significant memories I have in this life, but to the best of my understanding, it’s origins were rooted in a former.
All are free to evolve with their own learnings in life, so please don’t feel as if I am starting a debate to be proved or disproved. I can only share my thoughts and experiences. Having said that, I don’t believe that children are creative thinkers before the age of five. They are in observation mode the majority of the time and the brain has not much purpose for daydreaming at that stage of life. The other mode in which the brain dwells in order to develop a strong hold on it’s circumstances is through memory. Therefore, I do not entertain the idea that I was merely day dreaming. I was a very attentive child with a sharp mind. Observant and fully present in everyday life. I lacked mental distractions thus I have more adequate and vivid memories from the first four years of my life than at any other point throughout. (Four years for me because I started school early and that’s when the creative thinking mode began to creep it’s way in.) Some of the memories are of events that I encountered at that time and some are of other memories. This is an example of the latter.
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