Sisterhood in no way implies misandry.
According to Corbet, woman is the origin of the world. Without a doubt
Lynn Creighton wouldn’t contradict him. At the very most would she find him a bit faint-hearted, falling far short of the truth. The work of this American artist is entirely vested in the celebration of the feminine principle.
For all that, let us not think that Lynn Creighton is like Egeria (a nymph
advisor to the second legendary king of Rome, Numa Pompilius), a
representative of political feminism, a worshipper of canonical feminism, as a fixed caricature. No, she is an ambassador of femininity in its globalness, its cosmic aspect, its reality as universal vector of the continuity of existence and perhaps also of the continuity of more subtle principles (which still elude our understanding) of the deep reality of appearances.
To say of her that she is a priestess of Demeter, a messenger of Tiran
(island and narrow straits in between the Gulf of Aqaba and the Red Sea),
perpetuator of the cult of Aphrodite, would be dismissive; to convince oneself (of this) it is only necessary to examine her sculptures. Looking them over one soon understands that beyond the representation--often hyperbolic--of physical characteristics that are specifically feminine, she speaks to us above all of the body: not at all searching to flatter the plastic for its own sake, but for the purpose of making us rediscover fundamental principles which centuries of obscurantism--cultural, religious, and social--have desperately tried to destroy, but which have succeeded only in masking them.
Lynn Creighton makes herself a proselyte of that femininity which
ancient cultures, ever since the Aurignacian and its steatopygous Venuses had, through anthropomorphism, transformed into deities named Gaia, Inanna,
Astarte--all incarnations of primordial forces at once ephemeral and immortal, which support the essential energy transmitted along the thread of existence by the omnipotent entity called Life (capable of taking many forms). Complex form, at once universal and unique, of which the ineluctable apoptosis (falling away, like petals and leaves) appears indispensable to subsequent cosmogenesis and which, by some disruptive procedure, slips at the moment of death into the following abstract expression of entity which, by doing this, teaches us that existence is discontinuous but also at the same time eternal Life.
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