Rediscovering my art at age fifty
Compiled from an interview with Sandra Bierman by
From Radiance Winter 1998
The best years of my life have been the past ten years, my fifties. My art has
all come together for me.
I've always been an artist. But there were more than twenty years in my life when I didn't
paint. I put all my energy into working to support my children. For nine years, I was a
telecommunications analyst in New York. When I retired in 1986, I had advanced to a second
vice president in telecommunications at Chase Manhattan Bank.
I returned to my art in 1986, when my husband, Arthur Bierman, and I
left New York City to live in the mountains in upstate New York. In 1988, we moved to
Boulder, and, to my surprise, my art began to gain national recognition. When we came to
Boulder, I thought I was retiring, in a way. I expected to just relax and have time to
enjoy painting again. But it was like trying to start up an old rusty machine. I never
expected my art to take off like it has. I wasn't even sure I could do it anymore!
I paint large women, earth, nature. To me, large women are nurturing.
They have a soul. My grandmother was like that. She was a big, soft, nurturing woman, who
was part Cherokee. She always had a lap and a hug for me. I spent a lot of my childhood
living with her, because my mom had schizophrenia and couldn't manage the family. I was sent back
and forth to various "foster families," but I often stayed with my grandmother
in her log cabin in Oklahoma. Many of the feelings and images in my paintings come from my
impressions of this time with her. She was my saving grace. I don't know if I would have
survived without her. She was a very patient, strong country woman, who was very creative
in her own way. She taught me how to make dollhouse furniture out of cardboard, dolls out
of corncobs-folk stuff like that. She wasn't well educated, but she was a very wise woman.
I felt very safe with her, and loved.
My mom (Martha Blair) was a farm girl from Texas, and my dad (John
Riesberg) was from Sweden. They divorced when I was four, and my mom and sister and I went
to Oklahoma to live. Later, we all moved to Houston and lived in the city housing
projects. It was a very hard, bleak scene, and I was a little girl without much
self-esteem. Every year for the first ten years of school, in the middle of the term, I
would change schools, either to live with someone else, or my family had to move. I think
that's why I gave up remembering the names of my classmates. I knew I'd be leaving soon.
To this day, I still have trouble with names. Some of my teachers thought I was retarded
because of that and my dyslexia. My attention span was nonexistent. I just wasn't there.
When I was twelve, my Aunt Cleo had me tested, and I found out that I was quite above
average in intelligence, which was good for my low self-esteem.
I've been artistic for as long as I can remember. Throughout my childhood,
during all the hard times, I'd go off in a corner and draw, or climb a tree and draw, or
lie in my bed and draw. Drawing was a consistent thread in my life, a refuge. I remember
always being out of notebook paper for schoolwork because I had used it all for drawing.
My teachers started asking me to draw for different classroom projects. They'd set me up
in the back of the room while the other students were studying the usual things. I missed
out on a lot of schoolwork, but I had fun. Usually, I was drawing and not paying attention
anyway! In third grade, I was singled out for a citywide scholastic achievement award. At
twelve, I won my first scholarship to a watercolor class.
And upon graduation from high school, I was awarded a full four-year
scholarship to the Maryland Institute of Art.
What I find in my paintings is that the style, subject matter, and
composition are consistent throughout my work, but the techniques I use are constantly
changing. I just switched painting methods again this week. I like to vary the texture of
the canvas and the way the paint is applied. I'd be bored doing it the same all the time.
Art, to me, is a journey of exploration: exploration into myself. The journey is what it's
all about, not the finished product. It's the doing that is the joy. My husband, a retired
physicist, is writing a book. He works at home in his study, and I'm at home in my art
studio, painting. We have an intercom so we can check in during the day and have lunch
together. He isn't at all interested in art. At all. We do both like nature and taking
walks together, and having our philosophical talks.
I've always liked nature. I feel it as a feminine force. This is what I like
to paint. The women I paint are part of nature, life-giving and healing. I notice that
most of the women I paint have bare feet. They're close to the earth, grounded, secure.
Big women exude that. I feel women are more in tune with their feelings, more sensitive
and more expressive than men. I don't, for the most part, see men as nurturing, healing
forces. My husband's an exception: he's sensitive. But, on the whole, I think testosterone
gets in the way! I admire women with substance. There should be no shame about being big.
I say, Flaunt every inch. It's you, the one and only you. Having shame diminishes the
power and the strength and the charisma that one can have: the greatness. If I were big,
I'd dress to the hilt in big, flowing things with lots of color. I'd be a big woman with a
If you can make peace with your inner self, then your life will reflect
that. Doing my art is my healing process. When I paint, I think about hugging that little
girl inside of me. Sometimes the babies in my paintings are me, the child I'm putting my
arms around, saying, It's going to be okay. So my work is really for me. My soul goes into
my work. If I haven't painted for a while, I know I'm not very happy. Sometimes I get sort
of burned out. When I'm painting, I'm very up and joyful to be around. My husband tells me
sometimes that he thinks I need to get back to my work!
Whatever I'm feeling goes into my work. The colors I use definitely reflect my
mood. Some of my work is more dark, and some is very light. When I begin a painting,
sometimes I take charcoal and just start making circles. The canvas guides me. It's a
spontaneous process. I never work from a photograph or a model. Painting, for me, combines
the conscious and the unconscious. I work with the areas or shapes that are between the
lines: the arms, the figures, the flowingness, symmetry, all of that. I paint intuitively.
I don't struggle or plan. But when I'm almost done with a painting, I'll turn it upside
down and look at it to see if it's balanced, if it's weighted at one end or the other. I
want the painting to be as balanced upside down as it is right side up. Or I look at it
through a reducing mirror and fine-tune it.
I love the freedom of making big, swooping curves on a canvas, of moving
my arms in a big way. It's kind of like dancing! Painting small is tedious for me. My big
paintings go up to six feet. Many of my compositions have flowing, graceful lines, with
arms encircling, in a hug. The circular composition is gratifying, comforting. I guess I'm
still feeling the little girl inside me, because circles and hugs are a focus of my work.
People feel the unconscious part of my work when they look at the
paintings. They often say that they feel comforted; they feel a serenity in my work.
People have told me that the more they look at my paintings, the more they get drawn into
SANDRA BIERMAN's original oils can be found in the following art galleries:
Contemporary Southwest Galleries, Santa Fe, New Mexico; Suzanne Brown, Scottsdale,
Arizona; Linton-Haslam Gallery, Boulder, Colorado; Jack Meier Gallery, Houston, Texas; and
Gallery East, Loveland, Colorado. Custom orders are available by calling Sandra at
303-447-8871 at her studio in Boulder.
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