Editor’s Note: This post has been written by Linda K. Strahl, an editor at the Jet Fuel Review. Her full bio can be found at the end of this post.
I have to admit, it took me a while to get through this piece. I started it over the summer and thought that it needed more work before I could share it with my audience. I decided earlier today that I would take a chance on what I have written and see how you all like it. The only real doubt I have is about the lack of appreciation towards the artist. To remedy that I will talk about the artist for the introduction, and also acknowledge that Ekphrastic is meant to be about the piece of artwork more than anything else.
I found a body painter, Craig Tracy, on StumbleUpon late one night and thought that his work was a great example of living art. One of his many pieces that involve the human body as a canvas had a woman painted the same colors as a canvas of a fan with a black void surrounding it. The waves looked like they were the result of a water droplet of a pond. They also resembled waves of color frequencies. I thought I would add the human element of her heart and breath as a way of incorporating the model into the art piece.
Craig Tracy is an artist who is known for showing his own artistic view of the world painted on the body of a model. His technique of body paint and airbrush help him create the breathing artwork that many find captivating. I researched his home page to find out more about the artist, and found that his passion of art was transformative not only to his audience, and the model, but also to himself.
Water Droplet in the Void a void of blank, black silence, is held at arm’s length by the noise, of color found in a breathing canvas. the sound in the beating of her heart, the inflation of her lungs, cascade through the paper, as her fingers splay like the wooden slats holding the intricate form in skin and bones as the painted wing of a fan, moves the air particles—color records electric-shocks, painted frictions of sound waves as they radiate, like the trickling drip of a droplet in a puddle of still water, silence absorbs the sound in the frame, encapsulating the body, she is poised listening to her heartbeat alone, enveloped in its sound, for the first time. By: Linda K. Strahl Editor’s Note: Linda K Strahl is a transfer student from University of Wisconsin- La Crosse, where she was studying Archaeology and minoring in Creative Writing. She came to Lewis University in Fall of 2010 to major in Creative Writing. She is at the moment, considering application to a Master Program in Creative writing, after she graduates.