The
Paper People are leaving the gallery today, making way for an
invitational group show, BLACK.WHITE.REaD: Journey Through the Maze, guest curated by Cecilia Rossey. But I couldn’t let all of
Rosemary Markowski’s remarkable papier-mâché sculptures get away, so At the
Table 2 - Tea with Kali is now
installed on top of my filing cabinet, where I can see it out of the corner of
my eye as I sit at my desk.
At a mere 12.5h x 12.5w x 5d,
the piece occupies a psychic space that is much larger than its objective
dimensions. A very proper-looking woman with cropped, brown hair and a sad yet
quizzical expression on her face sits on a rickety chair, holding a red tea
cup. At the other end of the table sits another woman, this one with blue skin,
long unkempt hair, and four arms. Between them, the table, spread with a
patterned cloth, holds a teapot, another cup, a plate of cookies, and a
somewhat bewildered-looking male head. Kali’s tongue, which sticks out of her
mouth nearly to her chin, is the same bright red as the tea cups, her eyes
glare fiercely beneath glowering brows, and her necklace of skulls glitters
against her bare, blue skin. One of her hands rests lightly on the head, two
others brandish a sword, a spear, and the fourth makes a gesture which might be
a fist but might also be a sign of blessing.
The fearsome Kali is a Hindu
deity that is sometimes referred to as the Dark Mother. As she sits across the
table from her bemused companion, she seems to me to be the embodiment of that
part of myself that sometimes gets out of control with anger. It is said that
Kali was trying to kill the forces of evil, but got so carried away that she
almost didn’t notice that she was destroying everything around her. When her
consort Shiva threw himself under her feet, she was so astonished that she
stuck out her tongue and stopped her rampage.
I don’t really know Rosemary
Markowski, having only met her once when she came to the gallery to give and
artist’s talk, so I can’t really say if this sculpture is autobiographical.
What I can say is that she knows a lot about human nature, and about the need
we all have to make peace with the unpredictable wildness that dwells within
even the most mild-mannered exterior. As I look at this small sculpture, it reminds
me to welcome the passion that fuels my life, even though it sometimes feels
dangerous. To have Tea with Kali is
to welcome her to my table, to recognize that Kali’s upraised hand is not a threat,
but rather a gesture that says, “Do not be afraid.”