(I never had the stroke for ‘mainstream’
it went against my flow)
From the past
the remanents of
the loosening and
unwrapping of mystery
to face the
(These works are what I leave behind)
- Betye Saar, 1977
OF MATTER & SPIRIT
about the unknown
has no boundaries.
Place and culture merge.
Time slips away.
the mystic vigil
may hold the answers.
We await the silent voices
of matter and spirit.
- Betye Saar, 1992
MY SECRET HEART
My secret heart is seduced by twilight.
It remembers the colors of dreams.
It longs for solitude and the exotic.
My secret heart is a wanderer.
It sails the sea of imagination.
It soars beyond the clouds, seeking mysterious.
It moves through time (dreamtime) and space (mindspace).
My secret heart seeks the dusty, musty forgotten corners.
It constantly haunts, hunts, collects, gathers objects, images, feelings.
It mixes, matches, embellishes, simplifies, camoflauges,
fabricates to empower the ordinary, to invent artifacts.
My secret heart bridges memory and vision.
It pays homage to lost rituals of unknown civilizations.
It expands horizons only to condense them into a frame, a box, a room.
My secret heart is ageless.
It beats within the rainbow babe in the woods.
It dwells the house of whispers.
- Betye Saar, 1993
TO FILL THE VOID
To fill the void,
my art becomes an explorer—
a tracer of forgotten tribes,
a seeker of clues to feelings.
I sift through the remnants
of the ashes of time.
The mystery of the unknown
is my guide.
These works are what I leave
- Betye Saar, 1997