Virginia Mallon 

This is a series of semi-autobiographical paintings and portraits using family heirlooms, cutlery, and cast-off porcelain for the canvas. It is called Plates and Broken Vessels. Dishing the dirt on family dysfunction, as well as celebrating those who are always welcome to have a seat at my table. 

 

The plates are more than willing to jump out of their daily ware role into the arts. The vessels are stoically waiting to be transformed. Both take to the paint beautifully. 

 

The inspiration Plates came while sequestered at home during the pandemic lockdown. 

 

 The inspiration for the Broken Vessels comes from an administrative experience from a decade ago. I was on the sidelines of an international lecture, where the speaker singled out the scholarly females in the group (women were at best 20% of the whole) with "you are the vessels of your country". Vessels. I am sure it was meant as a compliment. Something nice, in a biblical, sit back, and relax sort of way. An honor even. Women as vessels. 

Hearing it set me back on my heels and hit my heart with the weigh of the Handmaid's Tale. It has stayed with me ever since. When even the “sophisticated” intellectuals can casually refer to women in this manner, what hope is there in the world for equality? And even more terrifying now as much of the world, including the  US, are attempting to  make women, in effect, property of the state - and as more and more of the Epstein Files are released, it makes being perceived as a mere vessel even more terrifying.

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So, there you have it. Who knows, maybe one day I will make it on the map, the dish will run away with the spoon, women (artists) will be on equal standing with men, and more importantly, the worldwide view of women will be that we are much more than their vessel.

 

Till then, I paint on plates.