I have continued to ponder and deliberate the question of why I make art. It is on my mind constantly. And although I do not have a fully articulated response, I feel like I am getting closer.
It seems that for me making art is at least partially about control. The ability to have complete control over something, from start to finish. I seek to control the uncontrollable in life, which is of course an impossibility, in art this is possible. It is also, I believe an attempt to create or provide for myself an escape, a fantasy world where things make sense. But in my art, like in the real world things do not make sense. There is always something distorted or wrong.
I am simultaneously representing the fantasy world of childhood cartoons in which I wish I lived or could escape to, and the nonsensical, terrible and disturbed nature of real life.
I will continue to ponder the question and my response to it.
3 layers - watercolor paper, old colligraphy paper and mylar |
Work in Progress |
I intend to cut out each of these shapes, partially revealing the drawing beneath |
Experiments with under layers |