Emily Dickinson Gallery
"For Privilege of Sod and Sun"

     
           
 
 

Artist Statement

For Privilege of Sod and Sun

Often in my work, I have been inspired by great literature and lately I have returned to a fascination with the great American poet Emily Dickinson. My research began with the book by Judith Farr titled The Gardens of Emily Dickinson.
Confined physically, Dickinson found in her garden the means with which to develop a profound understanding of the most significant of human conditions. Her themes include self consciousness especially in relation to our own mortality, desire, the experience of time and the course of life, pain and suffering, awe in the presence of the sublime and unexpected beauty, love, sensuality and sexual experience, ecstasy and despair. Through her imagination, she was able to realize as few others have, the most liberated of lives.
I am not interested in illustrating Emily Dickinson but in creating a visual form that expresses both the essence of the poetry especially as related to nature and the poet herself. Someone has called this a visual equivalent. I want to allude to the work and the poet. I want to create visual metaphors where she has created verbal ones. The poet is as interesting to me as the poetry. Her impatience with orthodoxy impresses me. Her insistence on living her life on her own terms (deliberate and conscious seclusion and aesthetic privacy as creative devices). She learned her Emersonian lessons well– trust oneself, all things exist for the creative mind, no institution or precedent or prohibition is ever binding. The compression and fragmentation in her poetry strikes me as particularly contemporary. Her humor is contagious. I can see myself working with this material for a long time, possibly a lifetime.

Each – its difficult Ideal
Must achieve – Itself -
Through the solitary prowess
of a silent Life -


When it comes,
the Landscape listens


Shadows -hold their breath

Much Madness is Divinest Sense

Judge Tenderly of Me

Further in Summer than the birds

In the Name of the Bee

While I was fearing it, it came

And wherefore sing

I dwell in possibility

Gardenia

Indian Pipe

Lady Slipper
 

White Trout Lilly

Listen Again

Open your life wide,
and take me in forever

- yet rode in Ether -
 
 
 
             
             

 

 

Lendon Hamilton Noe

 

All Images © Lendon Noe 2011