Cerescape No. 1, 12 x 12 inches, acrylic on canvas, ©2011 Deidre Adams

Here are a couple of my latest 12×12 paintings. I’ve decided to call them “Cerescapes.” Because it’s exhausting to keep coming up with new names, I like to give the smaller ones the same name with a series number. My last series of small paintings was called “Fragments.” I’d originally meant for them to be modular, to work together when placed side by side, so that each would be a fragment of a larger whole. It didn’t work out that way, as each takes on a life of its own during the painting process. But I kept the name because I didn’t have time or energy to come up with something new before they were to be shown (last May).

Fast forward to now. I started putting new Fragment numbers on the latest paintings, when it dawned on me that the name wasn’t so appropriate for reasons described above. After the usual amount of mental anguish, I settled on Cerescape because each of these works is the product of my own mind and its machinations, or a landscape of the cerebrum, so to speak. I also discovered, during my searching, that Ceres was the ancient Roman goddess of grain, fertility, and motherly relationships, and that’s where the word “cereal” comes from. I’m sure that’s relevant to my own work in some way.

Cerescape No. 2, 12 x 12 inches, acrylic on canvas, ©2011 Deidre Adams

Cerescape No. 3, 12 x 12 inches, acrylic on canvas, ©2011 Deidre Adams

Divergence of Gesture, 20 x 20 inches, acrylic on panel, ©2011 Deidre Adams

A few days ago while perusing the shelves at my local library, my eye was caught by a small book called Art and Soul by Thomas McConeghey. I was immediately hooked by the first paragraph of the Foreword, written by Thomas Moore:

“We have not yet rediscovered the place of art in human life. We still marginalize artists, treat works of art as financial commodities and objects of moral scrutiny, and fail to support art in our schools. I say rediscover because once, before our infatuation with technology and science, we understood the role of art in religion, public life, and individual psychology. We knew that compared to endless studies and research programs, art was a more precise and effective way of conjuring the mysteries that define our lives. But in a relatively short time, we have been seduced away from art by the cool devotees of the machine, and this neglect of art not insignificantly has gone on hand in hand with a cultural loss of soul.”

There is much that can be said about the many ideas in this single rich paragraph, but one thing that really struck me was his expression of something I see as an ongoing problem in our society. No matter what else happens or how many times it’s pointed out, there always seems to be an ever-increasing emphasis on acquisition and consumption, to the detriment of our planet. I’m no less susceptible than anyone else. I got a new smartphone last December and am still completely enthralled with the thing. Has it made my life better? Doubtful. Although I don’t get lost going to a new place or forget things on my calendar like I used to, I’m pretty sure that having the ability to constantly check my email while away from home is a net loss for my cognitive facilities.

Art, on the other hand, is a calming influence. Any amount of time, great or small, spent painting or stitching or just organizing things in my studio, is my therapy and lets me recover my balance. I’m grateful to have this in my life.