I can't deal with perfection. I like it, I appreciate it, but whenever I make something nice looking I want to mess it up good. I can't help meddling. I pull stray pieces of my hair free after I put it up in a bun and I want to put sneakers on every time I wear a dress. I want to adopt the very ugliest puppy in the window. It's probably kind of messed up.
Now that I've realized this ruinous tendency isn't going away, I'm going to try to push it further-- until these pictures are about something more than a 'still-life'. This might mean wrecking them more confidently, so that they're about destructive impulses in general. Or increase the level of strangeness, so there's more ambiguity and makes you ask questions. I don't know... but I'm going to keep looking for stories and see where it takes me.
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| There was too much pathos in this one. Replaced my head with my halloween costume, a paper plate mask ('Finn' from Adventure Time with Finn and Jake!) Hoping the tension between the happy face and the pile of stuff will produce a more ambiguous narrative. |
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| This was based on a Matisse composition. I think of it as the art room after dusk, with cool rejected kids' drawings taking on another life. Is that story being conveyed? I don't know yet. |
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| New drawing. Can you guess which side of the bed is mine and which belongs to my boyfriend Jon? |
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