Ahhh, the world is at present, an upside-down place, an arena where plague and politics waltz across everyone’s spirit and slowly try to return them to vapor. It is fast achieving the status of a large foothold rooted in the angst of our souls and grasping for the knees of mankind. It is something that none of us can capitulate too. As for me, my escape and salvation has been my ability to create. It allows me the dual ability; escape and to simultaneously dig into the outrageous swirl of debris that I am currently facing. I am certainly not alone in my confrontations, it is all of humanity which has a series of endless, frightening situations being thrust upon them. But, if there is any relief from them, it is in man’s ability and need to create during this time.
I have an innate need to both ignore and yet translate the everyday horrors that are upon us into art. The gaping wound that seemingly interjects itself in every facet of life, from the dissolution of women’s rights, to the isolation of covid, to guns, war, the political divide and back again. Yet, despite all of this, I am fortunate, I can marvel at a child’s innocence, get involved in the joys of just breathing freely ,enjoy the little things and escape into a world of my own where color, line, texture and hue form their own world . I bring this world into being. I make art that allows people to go off to another world if only for a moment. I can create a “new place” to bring the viewer to. It is my gift. It is not just for me, but it is what I bring to the table for you.
So, I am lucky, I have the ability to translate the tumult of our lives; either by exploiting it or ignoring it. I bring the song of line, the rhythm of movement and the beat of color. Creating the piece allows me the great luxury of escape and presents the audience with a means to enter another space as well