Mandorla Rising
Katabasis
‘Make my breath a bridge from this world to the myth world and back again.’
—Daniel ‘3D’ Deardorff
‘The power of trickster is
AND:
“I am dead AND alive.”’
—Daniel ‘3D’ Deardorff
‘Intolerance without breeds intolerance within…
Social castigation, on the one hand, and the shame of self-contempt on the other, make the ambivalent battleground of the Other within.
Here is the unremitting struggle, not to redeem or transform oneself image in “the mirror of malicious eyes” (Yeats), but to reclaim and integrate all our negative and anomalous faces: the undomesticated, stupid, ugly, deformed, malignant– each arising to a singular orbit in the constellation of “what we consider we are.”’
––Daniel ‘3D’ Deardorff
Mandorla Creature, Oil Pastels on Paper, Judith-Kate Friedman
Mandorla Creature, detail, Digitized Image
Mama’s Dress (A Reverie)
Something in me is young
A little scared, she hesitates
She hears the mother tongue
And slowly, shyly gravitates
To that place of ancientness
Underneath her mama’s dress
Dancing inbetween her legs
Close, so close to the ground
Something in me starts to play
Waking to this brilliant day
Hummingbirds fly to say
‘You are not alone’
Peonies and poppies bloom
Taking up expansive room
Noone’s rotting in the tomb
We are soil becoming, returning
—Judith-Kate Friedman