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Friendship
with God
Brie
Dodson, Curator presented
June 16, 2006 |
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Lenten Cross
by Lynda Smith-Bugge
(Burled Maple;
Juniper; Copper,
2003, 62"h x 48"w x 4"d)
St. Mark's Episcopal
Church - Washington, DC
Lynda@SculptureForTheSoul.com
www.SculptureForTheSoul.com
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My sculpture transforms nature into works of art. Natural
forms from trees within my neighborhood inspire me to create
wood sculpture, which invite the viewer to touch and look
at both the rough exterior and the finely finished interior
of walnut, fruit trees, maple and other local woods. The
winding shapes of branches rise upward; holes are filled
with lathe-turned spheres; tree-wounds reveal shapes integral
to the form; cuts are sewn-up with copper wire; and, balanced
connections mindfully bring shapes together.
I create beauty from local neighborhood trees. I see them
through my artist's eye and want others to see the trees
they walk by everyday in a new way.
A quote from a Jewish colleague/writer who was in residence
with me at the artist colony, Virginia Center for the Creative
Arts (VCCA) in 2003,
"Lynda Smith-Bugge's sculpture hit me where I live.
I knew nothing about her background or beliefs, and there
were no religious symbols in her work, yet looking around
her studio at the Virginia Center for the Creative Arts
the first time, I felt as though I were in a place of prayer.
As it turns out we come from very different religious traditions,
and are each currently in a spiritual space, which is not
contiguous with the others. But my initial response to the
work was borne out by later visits with it.
Here I sensed were sculptures in which the Holy Spirit was
welcomed; and the Shehinah, God's nurturing aspect, was
embraced -- and embracing. I was in the work a risk to go
deep - inside the wood and inside the sculptor. The sculptures
are wonderfully unalike, but each reveals the artist's impulse
to seek a connection to the Divine, Who, while remaining
elusive, beckons us on. There is the work both humility
and courage; and, to my eyes, a beauty stretching toward
the sacred." |
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