Immersed in polka dot mesh
There's a Japanese female artist, now 90 yrs. old, named Yayoi Kasuma. Her art crosses over into a number of mediums.
She grew up in a loveless, joyless home, suffered abuse both physical and emotional, has endured mental illness, hallucinations, breakdowns, has attempted suicide.....and found her salvation in art. Since 1977, she has voluntarily resided in a mental hospital from which she can come and go.
She became obsessed with polka dots which she was hallucinating and found a meaning in them as a network, a loss of self ego and instead an interconnection to others and the world around her. "My life is a dot lost among thousands of other dots."
She uses her hallucinations as the source of her art.
She's fascinating, she's difficult, she's controversial (once showing up at a Vietnam protest stark naked), at times outrageous and she wears a fire engine red wig.
She knows she's mentally ill and has found a way to live with it, and with art she lives through it.
Whether or not her art appeals to you, it's difficult to not be impressed with her resiliency, her ferocity of spirit and her undaunted capacity to look on her life as beautiful. "I think I will be able to, in the end, rise above the clouds and climb the stairs to heaven, and I will look down on my beautiful life."
I'm not looking to be consumed by polka dots. This just came up while fooling around in photo editing with an old photo,and I remembered reading something years ago about a polka dot artist.
A brief look at her:
www.thejakartapost.com/life/2018/09/06/yayoi-kusama-her-w...
Immersed in polka dot mesh
There's a Japanese female artist, now 90 yrs. old, named Yayoi Kasuma. Her art crosses over into a number of mediums.
She grew up in a loveless, joyless home, suffered abuse both physical and emotional, has endured mental illness, hallucinations, breakdowns, has attempted suicide.....and found her salvation in art. Since 1977, she has voluntarily resided in a mental hospital from which she can come and go.
She became obsessed with polka dots which she was hallucinating and found a meaning in them as a network, a loss of self ego and instead an interconnection to others and the world around her. "My life is a dot lost among thousands of other dots."
She uses her hallucinations as the source of her art.
She's fascinating, she's difficult, she's controversial (once showing up at a Vietnam protest stark naked), at times outrageous and she wears a fire engine red wig.
She knows she's mentally ill and has found a way to live with it, and with art she lives through it.
Whether or not her art appeals to you, it's difficult to not be impressed with her resiliency, her ferocity of spirit and her undaunted capacity to look on her life as beautiful. "I think I will be able to, in the end, rise above the clouds and climb the stairs to heaven, and I will look down on my beautiful life."
I'm not looking to be consumed by polka dots. This just came up while fooling around in photo editing with an old photo,and I remembered reading something years ago about a polka dot artist.
A brief look at her:
www.thejakartapost.com/life/2018/09/06/yayoi-kusama-her-w...