It is not my usual to get verbose on the behind the scenes creating of my art, or to directly express with written words some of the emotions I’m feeling which motivate me to create. However, every once in awhile a project or series seems to plead and pull at me to go into more depth. So for those of you who happen to be viewing my work and are “Listening” this turned into one of those projects.
Last year, 2019, was one of the most tumultuous for me. Through long bouts of despair I sought comfort in imagining the systems at work that keep the universe/s going and flowing. These forces are constant–working together–and never giving up. Or at least they haven’t yet, and billions of years is a pretty impressive track record. Imagining these forces that surround us but are often taken for granted in their abstract nature, provides me with peace.
As for these photographs, I actually had thought I ordered online a sheer curtain and had imagined taking some self-portraits akin to what I had in the past with that kind of material. To my surprise, when I opened the package it was made up of many strings (how apropos, thank you universe). And so I made a series of “String Theory” self-portraits. Pushing myself to keep my own wheels rolling with art, as it is my purpose, is sometimes the most difficult thing to do, and one of the most important in my existence.
With that being said, I am now off to submit my review of this new STRING curtain…complete with photographs…
About the artist:
*can speak seven dialects of subterranean punk, 45 and a half Keith Richard dialects.
*mixes with cinnamon girls and gold dust women
*blows kisses to the clouds.
*is currently rewriting the Suburban Dictionary
*is a third born unicorn
*Cannot read map
*is a rebel without a clue
*cannot drink hot drinks without burning her mouth
*cannot petition the sun for flare
*wears metaphorical pants and monsters.
*wishes she were the moon tonight.
*one of these strange days she will be caught in the celebration of the lizard.