March 21 - 24, 2018
Opening Reception March 23, 6-8pm
It's Okay to Fly Low, 2017
Dye, distemper, oil on canvas, and muslin
6.8 FT x 5.4 FT
Still Warm and Breathing, 2017
Oil on canvas, flash, and paper mache
3.2 FT x 4.8 FT
I compare the intersection of my painterly strengths and weaknesses to the subtlety and
craft of delivering a joke. What might be read as an affinity for the absurd, actually reveals a
deep fascination with human foibles. I translate memory and invention into image; I question
artifice and objectification. By utilizing acrylic, oil, egg tempera, distemper, and fabric
manipulation, my investment in craftsmanship and desire for risk-taking engage in a complicated
duel. Within my work, there is vulnerability tinkering towards self-deprecation.
My best ideas are often conceived during ordinary moments when I let my thoughts drift.
I stockpile notes and drawings to take shape, as tangible objects, in the studio. I allow these
notions to morph mid-process if a more interesting solution comes to mind. Confidence not
present in my life shines through my work, inciting new, unknown conversations.
Economy is important to my process. I use what I see laying around, material collected
over the years. I gather scraps from the wood shop; the found shapes often dictate what I make.
After lugging them to my studio, the effort of my miter saw yields a meaningful engagement
with the material. I intuit when something is finished, but proudly claim ownership of the object
at every stage. Ideally, my work exudes both sloppiness and elegance.
Making gets me out of my head, elicits an emergence from repression, and the process
itself is a welcome relief.