I wanna see the world and remember them all—
All of their wrinkled and sturdy and brand new faces
All of their laughter and tears
All of the space they occupy
God, let me remember
And if I forget, well, when I forget
Give me the light around the shadows
And clichéd dancing fomites
And white petals falling from trees that I'll confuse with the snow ⌲ ⌲ ⌲ ⌲ ⌲ "They Tried to Teach Me How to Be Cool"
Gouache, colored pencil, and collage elements on paint chip
5” x 2.5”
COLOURMOU, 2001. Marker on paper collage. 21cm x 29.7cm.
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Work in progress. Layering. I recently learned (again and explicitly) that texture / color /flavor is most recognized in contrast. Softness is more recognizable next to rough, or hard. With this lens these layers of softness, satin, silk, lace, fem stretched out over the protruding rough screws, nails, board highlights these contrasting times, feelings , sides. .
The brutality of our existence weighs on me as I know It does on all of us. I feel slashed and gashed by the cutting blades hurling at us at an incessant degree. People aren't surviving. For sure people aren't healing. .
We each take up what we can. Family, conversations, community, protest. It's all important. It's all vital. And so is joy, grace, revelry. Softness, healing, acceptance. Beauty, fierceness, connection. .
That is what I am conjuring with my upcoming show in January. Revelry. Joy. Beauty. Love. My part right now that I can offer is celebrating sex art witchy. All the humanity and forms of resistance to and counter status quo found and made and created. Vaginas. Stories. You. Me. Us. Humans.
Chaos reigns, the trick is just to perceive it, to admit it and to capture it.
Picture 1; On the back of the print are outfits of the master thesis of my girlfriend in fashion. However, from the front it looks like a strange and beautiful relief, giving the "whole" a new personal touch.
The fact that I now work with the reliefs of faces, I also owe the remnants of paper, which I actually did not want to use, but I felt more beautiful and aesthetic than the actual work on that day.
Even collages itself came to my life by accident.
The series I have posted recently, are a tribute to the open, never ending artistic process.
Much of what happens to us or of what happens, we can not influence or direct, but we can learn from it and use it consciously in other places.