It was a chore just to close her damned eyes. After so long feeling jolted; vigilant and scanning; sometimes ducking away or taking an alternate route. Closed eyes seemed like a risk. But there was nothing ahead of her today, nothing waiting, nothing to miss. She kept them closed until it stopped feeling risky, started feeling acceptable, started feeling strong like a refusal. The gloves too went from weighty to weaponry. She conjured an image of her foe, memorized her face, internalized the swirl of frustrations, anger, fear, and helplessness. And she spat it back as strength. She opened her eyes, clenched her hands inside her gloves, and swung one knockout punch.
This painting has haunted me since I saw it this summer at South Portland, ME’s Art in the Park event. Her other figurative work is also gripping, sometimes in its nonchalance. Her still life works seem often to include reflective tin, silver, glass and it is amazing. Look at Post van der Burg’s work here: http://www.mpostvanderburg.com. And be amazed.