Sorcière, French: witch, wizard, whoever could make magic or mysterious power.
I connect the Sorcière's meaning not just a witch but directly to author Soo-jung Mock's definition: who (usually female in history) is able to think by their own will and able to make difference in the world. However, in many circumstances, rejected and crucified by the power of the goverment/world. This lies same thing with the whale; whale is an essential head of the food chain of the ecosystem of the ocean but has been hunted over and over again in history for mere commercial values. Without whales the ocean's food chain die off. Means humans die off as well. Artists are like whales. Same thing as Sorcières here - people who are able to heal people with herbs, able to connect with the spiritual beings in France back in the days. Probably women who were just slightly different, helping out the needs and the poor who were sick and abandoned from the majority of the world. But they were crucified.
I have always felt this weird disconnection towards the high gatekeeping of galleries- even though they are the ones that will bring me success. Or am I wrong? Yes, I questioned over and over again. And I might now, be a bit closer to the answer... Might not be. At least I am brave enough to juggle with the question that was under the surface. I feel a bit uncomfortable to match the gallery's style or my own unique textures being rejected. Either or, the fact that I have to change my art- myself- to fit into the commercial value. It is a bitter feeling, I might have to some time some day, but I have not until now. And I still wait for the perfect place and timing where the Sorcière will fit. Sometimes finding that place seems like walking on forrest where there is no path at all with bear feet. No one has walked that path because everyone goes towards the easy one. But the Sorcière knows, because she is able to think by herself....
"Who are Sorcières? who has wisdom and strength towards life, freedom, and living together. Even in the midst of the power of wealth, authority, and pressure, using all their energy that has been accumulated through experience and life- protecting life. Preserving life. That is the witches of this world."
I have just come back from this trip to Houston. I took my whole collection times two into a truck and drove to another city that I do not know anyone. I did not know what Sorcière was back then, but now I know, that I was one of them, because I was definitely drawn by a supernatural power to deliver these beautiful works with life into a place of darkness. And I realized that the markets that I used to do several years over and over, has become advanced into a bigger form of "Yubi's world." I was afraid, doubting, to drive accross states for mere artworks. But my feet knew where it was going, it was to do the magic of the witch, to feed the hungry and needy of the world, even if there is pressure of authority and the world. I was still accelerating the U-Haul truck no matter what was going to stop this movement.
There is power in the movement; and Sorcières know just naturally what to move. Nothing is promised at the end of the path that I am walking on this forrest. Sometimes, no, pretty often, I feel as if I am walking on the water. But I realized that my world is growing and getting deeper, that it is moving longer distance. It's spreading, it is melting, smearing like watercolor- slowly but moving. Art is like that, the power of life is like that. And through this, I am recognizing my voice getting bigger too. Not loud, but the frequency is much staggering and it is fascinating. I am writing, speaking, and thinking more about the world I have inside because it is growing like vines over the stone walls throughout the years. I am seeking more places that have empty holes where I can input my voice of life. I am tapping, tapping more. Rejection is not an issue anymore, it is about if I have been keep knocking so that knock will guide and resituate my direction towards a new place for me and my works to make the voice speak up. I am keenly and actively looking in the corner of my eyes... In a second the gap between rigid walls will crack out and I will see the seep of light, then I will jump right in.