It started with a collage in a period of hot emotion, confusion and frustration, and several aspects coalesced as a sculpture.
The woman in the collage closes her eyes and screams in frustration. It’s a fire of emotion, threatening to burn down the broken bridge. She and the bridge are stuck in a sea of shit. According to Jungian ideas, shit is the prima materia, i.e., undifferentiated material in the psyche that needs work. But this microscopic view of fecal matter reveals that it’s more differentiated than one would guess by looking with the naked eye. Something is taking shape at the deepest level.
The woman in red is escaping from the tyranny of a negative animus—the dictator. She is on her way to join forces with the young masculine on his white horse and together they will go through a trial by fire, a transmogrification, to try and get across the bridge before it burns down. She needs a masculine aspect she can trust before she can get to a place of spiritual surrender. She knows the dangers of the Frida-Diego relationship; he cannot be trusted.
The oracle (Egyptian figure) down at the bottom is assisting by witnessing this process. In the clay piece, the oracle is the owl (which appears elsewhere in the collage).
The white mask-head of everyday accomplishments is, in this case, the fool. The fool operates by intuition, not thinking things through. This is not a rational process. It’s a risky undertaking that requires action, body sense, good instincts and surrender. This fool brings experience to the endeavor and will not get bogged down with overthinking it.
All of this will get us up to the center of the collage where choices can be made about possible directions.
The sculpture shows the androgynous figure in red with the white head-mask, riding the white horse across the broken bridge. The bridge is red with the impending fire; it’s hot! Better get on with it. The bridge spans the canyon of differentiating shit. It’s alive. With these aspects working together, we make it across.