Artwork

Idol hands

2019 Competition entry

Detail
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Izelle de Beer

Details:
Not Signed
Acrylic on paper
95,5 x 65,5 cm
R4 000
Description:
A stranger stands with upturned palms stretched out toward the scrutiny of the world. On his hardened hands are drawn the intersecting lines of his labours, each juxtaposing a different story to be told throughout his life. He appears to offer all narratives – unalike, yet paradoxically indistinct within the matrix of his weathered hands – each with liminal meanings that has carved itself deeply between age, grit and grim. Within those hands lies the tales that echo his staunch dedication as a father; his tested mettle as a blue collar labourer; the courageous scars of veteran and the unrelenting perseverance of hardships and yet, as he gift you these stories, so he seems to beg your understanding. His hands compel the empathetic curiosity of the viewer, guiding you through the trenches of warfare, the dents of his trade, the aging of a father and the depths of his struggles. Splitting cracks that stitch together the calloused idol hands of a man so much more than just a labourer and so the undeniable ambiguity permeates his legacy, drawn indistinctly on the roughened biological canvas that will neither outlast, nor perish before him.

Acrylic Paper

Detail
Tags

Izelle de Beer

Details:
Not Signed
Acrylic on paper
95,5 x 65,5 cm
R4 000

Description:
A stranger stands with upturned palms stretched out toward the scrutiny of the world. On his hardened hands are drawn the intersecting lines of his labours, each juxtaposing a different story to be told throughout his life. He appears to offer all narratives – unalike, yet paradoxically indistinct within the matrix of his weathered hands – each with liminal meanings that has carved itself deeply between age, grit and grim. Within those hands lies the tales that echo his staunch dedication as a father; his tested mettle as a blue collar labourer; the courageous scars of veteran and the unrelenting perseverance of hardships and yet, as he gift you these stories, so he seems to beg your understanding. His hands compel the empathetic curiosity of the viewer, guiding you through the trenches of warfare, the dents of his trade, the aging of a father and the depths of his struggles. Splitting cracks that stitch together the calloused idol hands of a man so much more than just a labourer and so the undeniable ambiguity permeates his legacy, drawn indistinctly on the roughened biological canvas that will neither outlast, nor perish before him.

Acrylic Paper