A lot has happened since my last post in April. My
mother died, I got married and I missed the opportunity to finish up the Lesley
MFA program with a truly fantastic group of individuals, all of who
successfully earned their MFA's and are now off doing exiting things with in
the art world.
I stopped working for a while, only beginning again
to create work for a solo show this fall. I could have easily shown old work, I
have plenty but there was a sincere and driving necessity to make new work for
the show. My previous work it seemed after all that happened no longer fit me
quite right. Much of the new work created is in black, white and grey.
Referencing death, wedding and the in-between. I continued my previous work
using small drawings of domestic space but with a now muted overlay. Picking up
an old project and changing it a bit allowed me to being working again.
I have two paintings in the show, I view them as
finished products in their own right, however the feel like the beginning of
something. There is something important and mysterious about wallpaper. It
seems if something were to hide, some thought or desire it would surely take up
residency with in the wallpaper. Perfectly and comfortably camouflaged until
the exact right moment when it would exhume itself from the paper.
I am now interested in the idea of traces left on a space. I am still
working though exactly what traces mean to me but initially to my mind they can
be objects left behind by some one who died or has left a space, memories of a
particular moment triggered by interaction or visualization of a space.
Powerful acts committed in a particular space, which are highly charged with
emotion or traces can also be dreams. Where people and places come to us in the
dream world and allow us to hold, for a time what has disappeared from our
tangible world.
