On View

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A collection of my latest drawings and paintings is on display at Hodges Taylor in Charlotte, NC through April 2018. The installation, “Planning for Mutually Assured Seduction,” is part of an ongoing series that explores a real and persistent preoccupation with desire, order, progress and work.

“Planning” is on view alongside select gallery artists and will open in conjunction with a featured exhibition from Louisiana-based sculptor, Kevin Kennedy.

 

 
 
 

Opening Reception Feb 2 from 6–8pm

HODGES TAYLOR   /  118 East Kingston Ave, Ste 16, CLT

 

 
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Art, Party

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A collection of my latest, New Mexico-inspired drawings and paintings will make their debut at a two-day exhibition hosted at Gallery 5 (above) in Old Town, Rock Hill this November. For those of you not interested in torturous suspense, follow along on Instagram as I continue to post sneak peeks in the coming weeks.

 
 
 

 
 
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Admission to the sale is free and open to the public

Fri, Nov 17 + Sat, Nov 18 / 11am–7pm
131 E Main St, Rock Hill, SC

 

 

The new series will be displayed alongside work from accomplished painters Harriet Marshall Goode and Tom Stanley. In addition to impressive careers as working artists, both Harriet and Tom are steadfast arts advocates. The holiday sale will be a perfect opportunity to add work from these significant artists to your collection.

 

 
 
 

The holiday sale will be part of Old Town’s 2nd Annual Art Party, a 3-day celebration of visual and performing arts in South Carolina’s first state-recognized cultural district. From November 16–18, local and regional artists will showcase their work at locations throughout Old Town Rock Hill, SC including a juried exhibition, open artist studios, a special performance by XOXO plus workshops and seminars.

 

 

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.

 

 

Studio Lessons

 
No one can build you the bridge on which you, and only you, must cross the river of life
— Friedrich Nietzsche

Back in the studio with the latest Brain Pickings blog on my mind. The timing of those emails, I swear…

I’ve been working hard lately, behind a giant curtain, to reconcile my art and chocolate making so that it might make sense from the outside.

But what kind of bridge am I building?

Or, is the real question, what kind of river am I crossing?

Worth nothing, I recently discovered the word “specious.” So close to spacious. Also bears a dangerous resemblance to suspicious.

But maybe that just means I’m not building a strong enough bridge?

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.

Making

It’s 4:30 am and I’m in my studio. These quiet hours before the sun raises itself over the hill outside my window are magic-filled.

I light a candle, smoke and embers, and dream of old masters layering burnt umber on linen beneath a flickering flame. I wonder, what would be on their canvas this pre-dawn morning?


I try to imagine all the kindred souls pulled from the arms of a warm lover into the darkness to create, create, create...


Why did it take me so long to get here?

I guess I used to save it up, waiting for the right time. For the thoughts worth giving voice to, the ideas worth painting. To have something worth saying while I gathered the skills to say it.

But on these mornings I’m no longer distracted by a struggle to divine something novel and new. Instead, my studio has filled with drawings and paintings that simply trace the arc of my years. They are easy and honest, replete with the lucid, precious things I have seen and felt and learned.

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As the glow outside my window grows, I know this time will not be forever, so I cherish the making while I can.

Into and out of the darkness, no mornings or candles left unspent.