In Memory of Rosalind D. Al-Aswad |
| In Memory of Rosalind D. Al-Aswad Posted: 08 May 2011 09:05 AM PDT  The Swan, Rosalind Al-AswadMy mother died on March 13, 2003. She died so peacefully, is what I told my friends. I said she died without resistance. And that's how I want to live my life, without resistance. Easing up into the ceiling, without resistance. Sliding into the sky, without resistance. Her body; simple a case that imprisoned her soul. Now that soul journeys through the sky. My mother is liberated. She moves and speaks. Mother, you have unlocked a part of my soul and allowed me to see beyond what I could see before. I let go, there's no point in carrying all that weight. Mother, I'm beginning to think that you're in every room that I pass through. I can feel that spirit that passed out of your body and dissolved into the bedroom spread through the apartment. I thought of how it would move through the city and out to Indiana by the morning. All along rising as you spread. I'm imagining you here with me now. There's nothing to perform mother, this is just the beginning of a very long conversation, we'll speak more often now.  Speak Up Alter of RevolutionThe spirit that dwells in my mother, trickster and artist alike, prods and pokes its way into all of our lives. She likes to cause problems, to upset balances, to displace realities. The conventional is her foe. Her presence almost makes you nervous with the sheer abundance of energy dancing on her force-field. At any moment, this abundance of life can rise to an unheard-of pitch, and suddenly, mysteriously, break into a marvelous crescendo of hysterical and contagious laughter. Laughing in the company of my mother is an experience of ecstasy, complete unconscious immersion whirling in the absurdity of life: crackling, squealing, shrieking laughter. She feels her emotions from the center of her being; total emotion, not inchoate half-feeling. Complete pain, complete joy, complete anger. My mother cries in a movie theater like no Jewish mother has ever cried in public before. She lives at the maximum threshold and her life is overflowing. She lives, not apart from the world, but within the tumultuous movement and ever-changing flow of it. She lives without regrets, without even the longing of unfulfilled desires. Anything she wants to do in this life, she does.  Lovers Good Morning AmericaPortraits of an Examined Life In 2005, Lisa Wainwright, Dean of Graduate Studies at the School of the Art Institute of Chicago, curated Rosalind Al-Aswad's Portraits of an Examined Life, an exhibit featured by the Art Institute shortly after her death in 2003. The exhibit depicted the three phases of Rosalind's artistry, clearly portraying the progression of a career regrettably shortened by illness. In a review that reveals the strength and spirit of feminism that was evident in her art, Wainwright gives the artist a voice that conveys not only the meaning of her work, but the soul memorialized within each piece. The legacy of Rosalind Al-Aswad resides in the dozens of paintings and drawings she made of herself and others from 1985 to 1999. Like many before her, Al-Aswad became an artist later in life, bringing to her canvases the complexity of myriad roles as business woman, mother, wife, daughter, citizen, friend, and artist. Her life's journey informed the paintings and gave them their poignancy and critical edge. Al-Aswad gazed deep into the world of human relations and chronicled the dynamics she found there. Using models and props within her reach—family, friends, and the trappings of suburban life—she probed the mundane as a code for unlocking a deeper moral message. The work could not be made fast enough to accommodate all that the artist wished to say.  Popular Posts
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