These works represent specific transitions. Some of them are transitions of butterflies or plants or other animals. Some of them are my own personal energetic transitions. Through the use of color and movement-suggesting line and tight-squeeze turns, the viewer is invited into the concept of transformation in an unusual way--hopefully inspiring a more open and accepting view of times marked by extreme change. We emerge, and so often for the better.
The top painting is entitled Monarch Transition. It abstractly yet precisely represents the three life phases of a monarch butterfly. The first being the colors of its caterpillar phase, before it squeezes and twists into the cocoon--magic and its minty color the backdrop of the piece--and then twists open again into a butterfly of orange, black and white.
The second is an abstract representation of a first transition I made to leave a place I lived for seven years. The colors are open for interpretation. It was more that twisting sensation, that squeeze and the energy of the entrance and exit that I wanted to capture as an initial concept. More to come!
Various abstract studies of the Buddha--enjoy!
Through the use of whales and subtle color schemes, these pieces abstractly represent the unconscious as if it were the deep sea, full of whales. Whales are massive animals that do not bite people or actively harm people so much as haunt those not equipped to take on their power and navigate the depths, the darkness and the unknowns.
So much inside of us to be discovered. Everything outside of us is within us. Everything we can perceive and that takes our breath away is signaling that which lives in our unconscious experience as reality. The idea of plunging into the deep sea, among massive creatures who are gentle is fitting in that they won't hurt you unless you imagine they will--in which case you are hurt by your own imagination!
In a world where we see renditions of penises everywhere, I would like to be part of a light and beautiful movement to celebrate the uterus--our first home, and what some would say is a hidden/unspoken chakra. It is a powerful place. It is not easy to keep it in mind unless we see it!
I like to paint it in a pop-art way. In a way where you aren't quite sure what you are looking at at first but it looks familiar.
I also like to paint it with the Buddha--Tathagatagarbha is the name for Buddhahood, which literally means "the womb of what is gone," in sanskrit. It can also mean embryo but this concept of womb implies empty space, that which receives, nourishes, brings ideas to life. It does not possess so much as become as close as one can get to the life of another and yet it is so selfless, natural in its ability to release it.
There is a lot of good info out there about these relatively unsung female heroes; like how his wife, Yasodhara, fasted and wore orange robes and followed all of his practices as she heard of him doing them. Later she caught up with him, became a disciple and preceded him into the deathless realm.
A professional journalist for over a decade, I like to make comments about things. As a science journalist, I like to let phenomena speak for themselves ... creating just the right frames to evoke emotion or interest, depending on what is called for, in my opinion! What's your opinion?
We have gotten ourselves in a mess with factory farming, fired up by the statements in Genesis of the Bible that perversely talk about us having dominion over all other species. It is all natural. But I really detest it right now.
Very early stage of learning a technique involving collage and painting layers over it. This is a dark comedy statement about Hillary Clinton ordering a bombing and Will Forte standing by as witness … as the can-do attitude of the fix-it guy in the foreground helps us feel comfortable about all of it. Lots of silliness in the portrayal … but it’s kind of dark if you let it sink in.
In Love with a Workaholic
My first model with face on uterus study. Inspired by being in love with a workaholic … thank goodness that is over but it was pretty sometimes and the drama seemed glamorous.
Platinum Dreams of Tradition
Woman with face on uterus. Middle East theme. I lived there seven years so I guess this was my effort to say that modernization (a platinum hive nailing her down and tempting her with beauty and sensual pleasure) is confusing for women of the Middle East. They find they don’t want to engage in the traditions as much because lots of uncovered women are around them. But then they just get busier in life and obligations and want a family and kids and cling to all of it as a response. Busy bee. Some of them don’t want to marry so fast though, and they keep going like this until it’s forbidden to go any further.
Part of a series I continue to be obsessed with—placing women’s faces/mind’s on their uteruses and replacing their head/brain with natural things.
Left with the Blues
Another face on uterus perpective—the incoming swirl of silver and read is a partner who came into her life, as she dreamed of being a mom with him (face on uterus) and then left her life (left rays of red, silver and blue) alone but changed, she continued hers, alone but changed (top rays of white, gold and blue). We don’t see him and we are left inside her experience more this way.
Take me as I Am [Cover Story]
Another woman with face on uterus study. This woman looked so self assured that she raised a natural boundary with her confidence. I like barbed wire as a boundary. She is not violent or even aggressive. She’s more like self possessed because she is somehow reassured by her social situation. You won’t argue with her. Anyone who wants to give her her dreams will need to go through what she puts them through to do it.
Woman with face on uterus study. She won’t get what she wants because she doesn’t know what she wants as much as the wind knows where it will blow tomorrow. BUT she might just get what she wants after she wanted it and before she realizes that she couldn’t have known the implications of it. Do any of us really have more of a clue than this, anyway?