Artist in residence. Dorothea Stockmar


By Dorothea Stockmar. 2024


Mourning is and remains a journey into the uncertain. Wherever we come from, wherever we go to, grief can become a ritual, a search, and ultimately an expression of change. It is about finding words for the inexpressible, and not only in one's own language.

"Dorothea Stockmar's book is the fruit of her being both artist and bereaved mother. The chosen symbols voice her own experience and are deeply meaningful. They will prompt to reflect on own unique symbolic images of loss and hope. This book can itself be a com- pass and companion on the long and arduous journey of grief."

Dr. Margaret Brearley.





Icons to share. By Dorothea Stockmar.


Online interactive exhibition.


Dorothea wrote,  Icons were considered protective and beneficial, especially in times of crisis. When I first started painting Icons on pizza boxes I followed the questions: What is sacred to me? What can be nourishing in times like these?


Dorothea invites us  all to share what is personally sacred at this moment in time via her online exhibition, Icons to share.   https://www.stockmar-kunst.de/index.php/bilder/icons-to-share

Preview  from Icons to share

Icons to share/Philip Wharton. 

When Dorothea invited me to contribute towards her Icons to share. I glanced at a little resin angel of my mother’s and thought,  the passion, drive and optimism hopelessness hadn’t seen coming.  Let me explain! 


I recall my mother very ill in hospital getting out of bed to give an old lady opposite a little resin angel and some kind words. It’s strange how it’s often those with the least to give share the most.  It was a thing of my mothers to give out these little resin angels of hope. 


So, I’m presenting that passion, drive and optimism hopelessness didn’t see coming by way of the last of my mother’s little resin angels, here in the Shrine Of Sorts.  For all to share. 


The reason I chose Dorothea’s Icon no 4 (above left) to go with my contribution is that it’s reminiscent of a Madonna and child my mother always kept on her windowsill.