artworks are central to
my thinking nowadays.
Seed Paintings, Winter
Acrylic, ink, beeswax, and sheepskin on canvas.
I buried the canvas in the snow and poured paint on it over many days. The result is a painting without brushstrokes that carries the marks of ice. The sheepskin creates a body on the canvas that is at the same time an omen for the comfort that sustains life and the interconnectedness of all beings in nature. The animal that is a seed. This work is a continuation of the Seed Paintings done in 2020 and an ongoing reflection on the mysterious nature of the forces of growth and life.
Breath and air
Transposition of air between bodies, 2020.
Fill a plastic bag with your air and throw it from one hand to another, creating an arch on the air. Look at the plastic bag as it travels in the air, and envision the air that came out of your body, which now keeps the body of the bag inflated. Keep your arms open as they establish roughly the recommended 6 ft. social distance. Envision the air that travels from one hand to another.
Sex is Here
Acrylic on canvas, cut in a bowl with orange peel. 2020.
I am investigating the difference between slogans and mantras. I am doing a series of paintings in which I write the phrase "Sex is here" to remind me of the presence of sexual energy in the totality of our lives. I want to see beyond the highjacking of sex by porn in our culture. Then I cut the painting to transform it into meditative acts. After cutting this painting, I opened oranges for my daughter. Peeling the oranges, making an effort not to break the peels felt like a meditative act.
Wax crayon and watercolor on cotton paper, 8.5x11”/21x28cm, 2021.
I take the title of the work from Denise Ferreira da Silva’s text in which she develops the idea of “The Entangled World,” an uncertain condition of sociality “under which everything that exists is a singular expression of each and every actual-virtual other existant.” From da Silva’s perspective, the “elementary entanglement” is how we can experience difference without separability. In the mother-daughter relationship, difference can be a fine line, a deep hole, or an explosive reaction. My daughter Helena draws the lines with crayons, and I fill with watercolor some of the spaces that she contoured.
All the rocks my daughter got in the river organized to please me
Rocks on paper, 2020.
Ongoing project with multiple versions.
My baby daughter collects rocks when we are out, and often I end up with multiple rocks in my pockets. I organize the rocks on paper either to assemble them in a "scientific" manner to observe their qualities or create abstract images.