My work concerns the matter of beauty and its entanglement with memory. By use of lyrical lines, patterns and diverse visual sources I create a painting which communicates the personal story of myself as well as the thread that blinds me with humanity.
I cannot escape the personal experiences and connections that are expressed within my work. I pull from many myths, cultures, traditions and meanings which then circulate around the figure or the suggested presence of a figure. The figure may be interpreted as myself, but I connect more with it as an archetype.
There is a routine to my process that could go as far as the time of day I must begin working by, to the music that must be played, to the full cup of coffee which must be there only to go undrunk and cold.
My paintings could not exist without my drawing first, the charcoal is essential, the use of clear coat and its muted tones. The drawing determines the category of painting that will emerge, it may become a hybrid of drawing and paint, it may become fully covered in bright primary colors or it may allow just a small portion of the under drawing to show.
I tend to saturate my drawings with patterns and ornaments. The space whether architectural, interior or organic is the housing for the interactions of the figure. My figure comes last, she is the dancer, the anatomical structure is not precise, and precise, and can be as crude as a child’s, but the lyric of that is how I create the conversation between the figure and the space. The cannot exist without rhythm and the figure cannot reside without movement.
The first color that gets applied is the next essential dictator, whatever color I choose all following will respond to that. The color is the final caress to the piece, it can change or create or make a meaning, it can highlight the story or hide it.
Expression, for me, does not reside in passions glowing in a human face or manifested by violent movement. The entire arrangement of my picture is expressive; the place occupied by the figures, the empty spaces around them, the proportions, everything has its share.
- Henri Matisse