Not Even Evanescence

 
This Woman’s Work GOLD LEAF + CHARCOAL ON PAPER 11 X 14 IN

This Woman’s Work

GOLD LEAF + CHARCOAL ON PAPER

11 X 14 IN


 

Feels like I’m storm-chasing

caging beauty before it escapes,

watching precious flakes of metal

get swept away 

like fireflies on the breeze.

 

But I know, now, that nothing eludes

nothing evades.

 

Not the essential,

the essence,

not even evanescence.

 

It’s inside

of me

awaiting

a kind of palace.

 

 

With Altitude

 

 

I am a teenager
for the first time,
again
Out here —
a ripe mango
in the wild


I left on a Friday
By Saturday I was pumped full
With altitude
With air
With a delirious appetite


I imagined myself
floating above him
Like I did when we first met
in his truck, at the lake
On the roadside
At the ocean
Wild


My hair licking him clean
His hands,
two hands,
both hands —
All hands
on my hips


Before he knew it was my weakness
my undoing
I ached for him
like
a teenager
Again
with visions of movies
and stars
to hang my lust upon


We moved like music
all waves and electricity
The outside of him
inside
me.


 

MYOPIC

Grateful AF OIL, WAX + COPPER LEAF ON PANEL 24 X 24 X 1.5 IN

Grateful AF

OIL, WAX + COPPER LEAF ON PANEL

24 X 24 X 1.5 IN

 

 

Artist Statement

 

 

My drawings and paintings explore a real and persistent preoccupation with ritual, order, learning and growth.

 

 

Building upon two decades in illustration and design, my newest body of work, “Myopic,” abandons a reliance on ones and zeros in pursuit of tangible artifacts that are both timely and timeless.

I invite the viewer to join my conversation via the shimmer of metal leaf, the sensuousness of wax, iconic words and symbols and interactive magnifiers.

Rejecting the ethereal nature of a virtual world, I attempt to transform myself into the kind of human I want to be through the rigors of making. To be patient, I make work that requires patience. Preciousness to become gentle. Boldness to embolden.

My studio is a meritocracy where growth and work are rewarded over safety and luck. In this space where “Command-Z” no longer exists, I am slowly learning to yield control.