Spilled Milk | Any Art Warren RI 1977


Spilled Milk

AnyArt Gallery, Warren RI 1977

The separation of pain and beauty--crocodile tears and soap opera of the mind

In this exhibition you entered alone and shut the door behind you. There was a black marked outline on the floor of where you could walk, and a small circle at the end of the path where you could sit down. (I was told later by Berry Kirschenbaum, an art historian at RISD that he meditated there.)

The sound track was of a woman crying, loud, angry, and hurt. There was broken glass shard sticking straight up all over the floor, so close that you could not leave the path without hurting yourself. Bright lights skimmed along the floor hitting the glass and creating incredibly beautiful reflections on the walls.

It was impossible to hear the crying without feeling hurt yourself. In order to deal with it, you started ‘living’ in your eyes. Or that the visual beauty superseded your sorrow. I say this is how artists cope with hardships, they start living in their eyes—beauty washes away pain. How many movies have you watched when the antagonist experiences a painful moment then they start looking at –the sky, clouds, the ocean, waving wheat-in order to ‘move on’. The title refers to ‘Don’t cry over spilled milk’—which is also telling you to move on. Pain passes in the beauty of life and of our natural world.