I have always been drawn to tragic stories, particularly those of cosmic grandeur, often with Greek origins. The legend of Niobe, a proud princess and mother of fourteen children, seven sons and seven daughters (the Niobids), who boasted of her large family and jeered at goddess Leto, who had only two children, the twins Apollo and Artemis, resulting in unbearable tragedy, was one of my favorites.
Gods were not to be mocked at and the offended Leto sent her children to revenge her honor. Apollo and Artemis started to shoot arrows and killed Niobe’s sons and daughters one by one. Niobe’s plea to spare at least one daughter came too late, and none of her fourteen children were spared. The loss was so great, the grief so heavy, that Niobe turned into stone, yet even the stone continued to weep tears.
The Weeping Rock in Mount Sipylus, Manisa, Turkey, has been associated with Niobe’s legend since Antiquity, Source: RKTanitim
Since I started my “White Dress” series, I have been exploring the expressive possibilities of this motif and the results often took me by surprise, and further fanned my curiosity, and wanted to probe ever further.
Though my recent well-received “Stringed White Dresses – An Installation” was a success, I felt that the origami dresses in that installation were too prim, too orderly. I wanted to create something more chaotic. For the composition, I imagined a large dress, like a queen bee, surrounded by smaller ones; this fit the Niobe story perfectly.
After several attempts, I decided on the sizes of the dresses and chose white dresses to represent female and grey to represent male characters. Before I folded the origami dresses, I crumpled the paper to give them a more lively look. I put black ink and brown wash on paper to create the chaos in the background, some areas were covered with white oil wash to enrich the texture and to give more contrast to the dresses taped over the drawing paper, and finally some yellow oil streaks to suggest the ungodly gods’ touches.
To finish the entire assemblage, I pinned the little daughter Niobe tried to save onto her with a needle. Finally, I freely splashed black ink over the ensemble, and that constituted my final touch.