LaDawna Whiteside
Spring
begins as a lightning bolt
streaks across the Southern
sky, followed shortly by
a shotgun boom of thunder
that nearly wakes the dead.
Summer nights, dark as pitch,
fill these hills with the
courting concerts of cicadas
and flashing mating rituals
of fireflies. Come fall,
leaves bleed the red of
life's blood, preparing
for winter's dormancy where
the landscape grows still
and quiet.
My artwork has been shaped
by forty years of life in
the American South. For
me, the pursuit of making
art is not about answers,
but rather about raising
questions. How will the
American landscape and its
condition be defined over
the next century? Responding
to memories, I build up
expressive layers through
drawing and painting in
an effort to chronicle change
over time. With meditative
and aerial perspectives,
I equate my marks to those
made by humans on the land.
In search for an alternative
sublime, I form relationships
between line and geometry
to demonstrate altered geographical
expressions found in forests
and farmland familiar to
the Southern United States.
I create a typology of marks
linked to human actions
such as excavating, ordering,
and planting. As I dig deeper,
topographical compositions
expose imaginative core
sections that are analogous
to my inner self. On fertile
ground, this abstracted
landscape becomes my body
and tells a history of life
in the American South.
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hand-built bird's nest by
whiteside
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