Paper Skin Makes Me
Waver in the Breeze
These works are a reaction to the absurdity, multiplicity and fluidity of being. I paint. I paint forms over and over. I paint as I would wash the floor, without thought or hesitation. I study these painted forms and draw them out as I would brush my hair, stroke by stroke. In this I am in a cycle of creating objects of self,continuously deconstructing, expanding and re-growing. It’s this growth that reconstitutes the borders of my being.
As a woman, society has made claims on my physical and mental presence,so though I am held within a body I love, it is a body that moves under the confines of systematic censorship. Through labour and repetition,domestic work and ritual self care become tools to nurture and free the body. Synthesizing these repetitive rituals of the domestic through the process of creating, these multiples engage a sense of collection—a gathering of self.
Dealing with my own inability to connect seemingly enigmatic and anamorphic fragments of identity,I create these host bodies in which to pour and bind self to; letting these fragments have the unspoken conversations that the ‘I’ can not. These works acts as a way to reclaim space, negating the societal structures that encourage my containment.
I am cramped with all this inward growth
the vines are so think I am becoming solid mass
there is no room for thought
no room for movement
how do we learn to grow differently?
Everything's Measured in Distance From You
Pick Up the Water
Creating the painting for Pick Up The Water
Pick Up The Water | Graphite on paper, 42.5" x 110"
Installed
I’m Starting An Elephant Graveyard
