Poetry

Introduction

          Like the fish?

Usually this question is accompanied by a wide grin. Disbelief. What kind of parents would name their daughter after the catch of the day at every single seafood restaurant in the United States?

          Yes, I nod and smile back.

This gives pause. Then the grin gets even wider.

          Like Mahi Mahi?

Mischief has joined disbelief and the mood now borders on playground taunting. You poor traumatized child, is really the main thought. At least I like to think it is. Still, there appears to be a measure of satisfaction in doubling the awkwardness by saying it twice. The fish fully named, first and last.

          Yes, like Mahi Mahi, I say.

I smile again.

          It's my nickname, I add, almost apologetically.

This sets the mind on an entirely different track. When I agreed to be called by this name I had never been in the States and thought Mahi Mahi was a dolphin in the Flipper family. I never dreamed Mahi Mahi was a kind of dolphin fish that people eat. But it feels silly to bring that up. Besides, the wheels have already rattled into place, and if the association hadn't been made from the very beginning, this does the trick. (Nickname? Oh my God, why?) Discomfort shows its face briefly, but the Freudian slurs are usually kept in check. More movement of thinking wheels, followed by sudden, elated incandescence. (The accent. Her features. No wonder I couldn't place them!)

          You must be Hawaiian!!!

This obvious solution brings merciful release from further cerebral wanderings through muck. Mahi is a Hawaiian word. It must be a perfectly common name there. And if you squinted until you could see your eyelashes and avoided looking directly at me, well I suppose anyone could think I'm from Hawaii.

          No, I'm Dutch.

I smile once more. Puzzlement. This option had been far beyond the perimeters of consideration.

          You're from Denmark?

Keep smiling.

          No, I'm from Holland.

I've given up referring to my native country by its official name, the Netherlands, because this often evokes questions like Is that in Amsterdam? (No, it's the other way around.) or So you speak Danish? (No, I speak Dutch.) (But that's German.) (Dutch is a Germanic language, but it's not German. The German word for the German language is "Deutsch". The Dutch word for the Dutch language is "Nederlands" - note the similarity to Netherlands. Unfortunately, when you add the English language into the mix, everything gets jumbled - Holland, Netherlands, Dutch, Deutsch. Not to mention the damn Danes. Those would be the people from Denmark, who also happen to live in the general northern European vicinity and who speak Danish. Trust me, I completely understand the confusion, and I'll spare you my soliloquy on the Dutch word for the German language and the Dutch national anthem.) I don't blame anyone for this. I have lived in the United States for 15 years, and I still can't name the capital of Rhode Island, which I've been told is a state comparable in size to the Netherlands. Who has time to remember these things? Holland pins down the customary geographic imagery for most people. Windmills. Tulips. Wooden shoes. And it leads to more puzzlement.

          But you don't look Dutch!

This is a fact. Typical Dutch women are amazons. Tall, blond, steely-light-eyed, fair-skinned, well-endowed amazons. I am none of those things because my father is Indonesian and my mother is a Dutch woman of the shorter, darker-haired variety. Which I explain. Then I try to quell the increasing bewilderment as best I can.

          Mahi is my nickname because it sounds like my real name, which is Margriet.

Frowns at the guttural snake that just slithered out of my mouth. Meet my mother tongue.

          Mahreet?

You are so wonderful for trying. Really, I mean that.

          Ma-r-g-r-iet, I repeat slowly.

To tell you the truth I have a hard time saying my own name. The human mouth was simply not designed to produce such underhanded acrimony.

          Just act like you have to spit!

I joke. But you do.

          Macchhhreet!!!

This is as close as you will ever get, and I'll take it.

          That's pretty good, I say, gently trying not to be too encouraging.

You'll keep trying if I am. No need for this mutual torture. I know you agree.

          I think I'll stick with "Mahi"!

You laugh, relieved you now have a legitimate excuse to call me that. Like the fish.


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Artist Statement

My art wants most of all to be felt. For me, good art connects with the beholder in a way that cannot be directly expressed with words, but is instead experienced on an emotional level. Through this connection, a path to further reflection, meditation, and perhaps even healing of the spirit is opened.

Energy and balance play important roles in my art. I am fascinated with the tension between seemingly opposing forces. Can we find a balance between the opposite energies within and around us - male and female, reality and dream, physical and spiritual? How do we handle these forces without gravitating towards extremes? I do not presume to present the right answers to these questions. My paintings are simply characters and places I encounter on my quest for a deeper truth.


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Creative Work Experience

1995 - 2001

Creative director, web designer, commercial artist at own internet firm.



Exhibitions

2006 - 2007

Rosetta Stone Gallery. Featured artist - selected paintings and jewelry. Florence, Alabama.


2003 - 2006

Rollins College Library. Selected works on loan. Orlando, Florida.



Online Exhibitions

2003

IRAQ, After the Fall: Artists for Peace, Justice & Civil Liberties. The Arts Paper. Boulder, Colorado.



Events

September 2, 2006

Red Ribbon Runway's silent auction: contribution of Jazz to benefit the Aids Action Coalition in Huntsville, Alabama.


October 25 - 26, 2003

RAG's silent art auction of five Lucy originals to benefit the Children's Cancer Association in Portland, Oregon.



Private Collections

Sarah Coleman
Georgina Elkin
Ilona Glinarsky
Sasha Kremenetsky
Evgenia Kroo
Henk Langendam
Brenda Leeuwenberg
Olga Nunes
Chris Pozzo
Mr. and Mrs. Ramirez
Barbara Tiplady
Jennifer Tripps
Mr. and Mrs. Verhoeff


Education

1995 - 1996

University of Florida, Gainesville, FL - BA in Liberal Arts, with Highest Honors

1994 - 1995

University of Florida, Gainesville, FL - Architecture

1989 - 1991

Delft University of Technology, Delft, Netherlands - Architecture

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Artist photo ©2005 Bill Rice

Margriet was born in Amsterdam in 1971 and resided in the Netherlands until the age of 19. She is a self-taught artist with a background in architecture and graphic design. Now based in Miami, she has lived in the Caribbean, Florida and California. She works on a sailboat, which is currently sailing around Florida and the Caribbean.

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