Artist Statement; revised…
Right now, as of today… my work is all about….interiors, places. Secret places that only exist for me , within me, between God and myself.
They are Imagination but also Spirit and because they represent tiny passages and vistas of my innermost Self, they are very intimate.
I would like that the viewer could understand that common thread between us all, the desire to escape, to live beyond our daily life and to experience the freedom that comes from wild and rampant imagination. This is a gift. A spiritual gift . One that can transform horror into beauty and darkness into light. It is our divine and innate ability to lift ourselves above and beyond whatever our present circumstances may be and to live a transcendent life.
As I am painting, my heart is always aching, longing for something more, something else. This does not mean I am unhappy or depressed or that I would like to make that sadness the main concern of the painting. On the contrary; because I hunger for something beyond my grasp, my spirit and my psyche create a space, a place, a landscape, a color and form where I may find that fulfillment. And that is what I want to share with the viewer. Not the journey but the destination.
It’s all about imagination, really. I am aware that many of my images evoke a landscape or an ocean or a sky, but I must confess that all these pictures the viewer experiences are totally subjective. When I begin a painting, there is little forethought of anything but color and composition. I pick watercolor as my primary medium because I like the viscosity involved. I like to get certain areas of the canvas very wet, and then I allow the alchemy between texture and color , brush stroke and hard line to simply manifest. I don’t want to force anything. I have experienced that if I force an image, it only surfaces in mediocrity. I guess you could say my work is all about the subconscious. I am always surprised by the end product. I don’t want to impose the subject on the viewer. I love it when one person sees a desert where another sees an ocean. It is my intention that each person looking at one of my paintings may bring something of their own to the experience. Not one person sees the same in each painting. I want this very personal subjectivity to come into play.
I started painting in watercolor a couple of years ago, but from the very beginning I felt that I wanted to break ground for the notoriously passive medium. I knew that so much more could be done with the paint and water. There had to be more to watercolor than transparencies. I was fascinated with the fluid vibrancy of the pigment. How could color set free by water stay so stagnant? So, that was what got me the most motivated. When it was time to move from small works to larger pieces, I knew that I wanted to go on canvas. I felt that this too, would be a new adventure: exploring a medium that remained associated with it’s relationship with paper for so long and having it seek a new life on the canvas.
Mysteriously, when I’m in the midst of painting, I have no clear concept of what the finished piece will look like; I just follow my intuition. Yet once the work is finished, I recognize myself immediately.
About the artist….
One of my earliest childhood memories is of being in my Kindergarten class in Lima, Peru and having a collage I had made praised and put on the wall to show. I remember it so clearly; I had crayoned a desert and I had pasted a gold colored cloth triangle on the right. Just behind the tip of the pyramid, I had glued a bit of bright pink fluff, the kind they use for Troll hair; making it look more like an erupting volcano. I was very proud and felt such love and acceptance from an otherwise indifferent set of classmates and teachers. I excelled at nothing and being quiet and fearful by nature, this small parcel of attention was enough to impact my whole life.
One wonders what fuels most artists; what is it that they really want or seek when they create? The majority will deny the allegation that they seek love, attention and acceptance (as if such a thing was so unbearably shameful) but I suspect that they, we, all of us have begun our journey on this path driven by that very same primal appetite. It is, inevitably, our responsibility to deserve such attention; to enrich the lives of those who experience our art; whether through the instinctual joy brought on by a favorite color or by a more philosophical response triggered by some profound honesty expressed. Either one will do. Either one is just , valid and worthy of respect.
I was eight years old when we moved to America. There, in New York City I was surrounded by art and culture and my love and desire for art and painting in particular, grew. I attended a very progressive private school that encouraged me to paint as I wanted, as much as I wanted. I painted large and in oils. I was fearless back then and so convinced that art was going to be my career and my life. After graduation, I spent a year at The Art Student’s League and studied with Will Barnett. I was not happy with my experience there and applied to The School Of Visual Arts where I was accepted and where I studied, happily for a year.
In 1976 I dropped out and began my spiritual journey. The rest of the story takes twists and turns in light and shadow. I will not bore the reader with any of this but suffice it to say that I am grateful for the voyage for now, thirty years later, I have returned to my first love . I feel that I have grown as an artist and am now able to create a better art, from the inside out.
The ride I rode at breakneck speed eased into a full stop at Cary, North Carolina where I have lived with my husband and four children since 1987.
I thank you all for visiting my gallery and I hope you enjoy the paintings.