Artist Noush Kadian explores ancestral wisdom, generational trauma, womanhood and divinity in this work.
With poetry she gives voice to her artwork.
I carry a knife in my hand.It belonged to my great grandmother,and as I grew, it became mine."You will need it" she said.I never believed in the threat of the illusive enemybut I held the knife anyway.I sang her songs, acted in her plays and painted her mountains, heavy knife in hand.It proved usefull at timesto sculp and createto saw and buildto cut and eatThen on my birthday,my wrist was clenched by a strangers' shadowAnd he guided the blade down my armI bled red, blue and orange"Suicide" he told the othersThat's not true!That's not true!That's not true!They choose not to hear me,and instead slide their hands in oil drenched pockets.I carry my great-grandmothers' knife and I now carry her wounds."Why did you give me this knife!" I yelled."You will need it" she said.For as long as there is the shadow, I will need the knife.TITLE: SHADOW'S KNIFE
ARTIST: Noush KadianMedium: Acrylic and gold leaf on stretched canvasDimensions: 20" x 30"Not framedAuthenticity certificate signed by artistWorldwide shipping is possible