I love the way she floats. Like the inner joy is making her weightless!
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Friday, February 25, 2011
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Artist's statement
I work by instinct. I work by will.
I believe in and accept contradictions.
My art process:
Years of practice, study, observation and thought have seeped into the unlit innards of my mind. From this labyrinth comes the strange will, according to whose dictates the body creates art. But during the process a struggle develops between the known and the unknown will for power. The process ends when both are satiated.
I am inspired by the real, the grotesque and the unrefined, like a crow or a vulture that gravitates towards carrion.
I would rather nurture a wound and stay inspired than be healthy and bored.
Style is a cage.
Art transcends meaning.
I believe in and accept contradictions.
My art process:
Years of practice, study, observation and thought have seeped into the unlit innards of my mind. From this labyrinth comes the strange will, according to whose dictates the body creates art. But during the process a struggle develops between the known and the unknown will for power. The process ends when both are satiated.
I am inspired by the real, the grotesque and the unrefined, like a crow or a vulture that gravitates towards carrion.
I would rather nurture a wound and stay inspired than be healthy and bored.
Style is a cage.
Art transcends meaning.
