We interact, you and I, bring our pre-birth identities to connect, to touch.
Safety.
what does it mean to be safe? So I research coming together, in texture and medium, and document new combinations, as I play with the order. Acrylic on oil. Oil on acrylic. On wood, on fabric, in collage. I think about rituals, of connection, of protection, and spiritual safety.
Holocaust artists rise to my mind, shielding from horror behind the lens of research. Starting with oil, I paint, and I learn – I’m taught how to live – the taking of space, of decisions, of time.
A safety in this process. I paint from photographs - of skin and touch, and zoom in, to abstraction, where tone and shape are all that remain. I strive for the aftermath – the echo of presence, a print of the plate, and find it too naked. So I add layers of protection, to safeguard the cave entrance, where ghost printed people dance on the walls.
