Marie Noorani
| ​​​My inspiration is the vague boundary between brokenness and wholeness, the uneasy tension between order and chaos, and the poetic coincidence of beauty and coarseness that characterize the human experience. I am compelled to both create and destroy, to take apart and reassemble. My process mirrors these oppositions: it is driven by impulse but tempered by self-restraint. I thoughtfully create paper from natural fibers, recycled material, and small organic matter. Then, I destroy it. I spray it with ink, soak it in wax, tear it by hand, and cut it with razors. It is subjected to heat, held under weights, pierced with wires. Yet, moved by the inherent fragility and vulnerability of this medium, I compassionately and imperfectly reassemble the parts into my own ironically beautiful Frankenstein. ​ My focus is on the complexities and intricacies created as paper is transformed through inelegant, forceful manipulation. The scale of my work is an invitation to intimacy, permission for the observer to closely examine the exquisite scars born from the forces that played upon the paper. The color, texture, construction, and composition of each piece tells that paper's individual story. I want observers to acknowledge the brutal beauty of that story, seeing not just the paper's innate vulnerability but its noble defiance. The end goal is not for my pieces to elicit mere appreciation for the awkward loveliness of the paper's damaged imperfection, but instill real empathy for it's inherent power and dignity, and by extension, the power and dignity of our frail human imperfection. My art seeks to sound a universal chord by representing the way we humans survive the forces that attempt to destroy us: we bravely put ourselves back together and in doing so discover our capacity for faith and fortitude. Influenced by my own story of devastation and rebirth, it celebrates indignity, repentance, reintegration, and latent optimism. My art ultimately comes not from making paper, but from putting it back together. |
Enlight
We Almost Left Because We Didn't Know The Rules
Sticks
My Mother Told God My Name
