I just spent 3 months painting in Mexico. My most recent work features brightly colored, textured abstract paintings. I am using a combination of brush work and a putty knife to scrape at the surface while I layer color on color. It feels absolutely beautiful to have these colors in my eyes and the physical freedom during the creative process makes me giddy.
I am currently painting from old photos my husband took of me in which I am posing seductively for him. I am interested in exploring the ways young women are taught to behave in order to be secure and loved. In order to survive we must follow these rules. We are encouraged to all look the same and act a certain way and to keep the inner world hidden beneath the flesh.
It starts with a physical outburst. Slashing, dancing, grinding, a conversation in lines with the solid surface. I see a woman’s hip, the lines of her sensually stretching out, reaching, twisting, bending, folding and then the stories pour forth. As the shapes and layers and direction of lines assemble into stories I follow the flow to the next thing and then to the next. Whatever phenomena I am living with at the time is funneled into the art and hopefully purified entirely. Layers, stories, shapes, lines. I’m interesting in sharing an authentic, raw experience from this point in the universe. Emotion, sex, humor, animals, loneliness, isolation, strength, suffering, all the human junk. My work is autobiographical and often self portraiture.