Pretty Face

"She was made after the time of ribs and mud.  By papal decree there were to be no more people born of the ground or from the marrow of bones.  All would be created from the propulsions and mounts performed underneath bedsheets-rare exception granted for immaculate conceptions.  The mixing pits were sledged and the cutting tables, where ribs were extracted from pigs and goats, were sawed in half.  Although the monks were devout and obedient to the thunder of Rome, the wool of their robes was soaked not only by the salt of sweat but also by that of tears.  The monks rolled down their heavy sleeves, hid their slaughter knives in the burlap of their scrips, and wiped the hoes clean.  They closed the factory down, chained the doors with Vatican-crested locks, and marched off in holy formation.  Three lines, their faces staring down in humility, closing their eyes when walking over puddles, avoiding their unshaven reflections."-The People of Paper, by: Salvador Plascencia
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gRwFRMGpTWg&feature=related

Bukowski

"what matters most is
how well you
walk through the
fire."

— Charles Bukowski, from “how is your heart?”
*reposted from Liquid Night

Artist Statement

I am interested in the struggle within a person between evil & good, darkness & light, black versus white.  I’ve become obsessed with the darker aspects of my psyche craving to see, touch, and feel protruding bones. Entrenched in my obsessions, I am bewitched by the idea of disappearing into a strangely isolated place.  To combat these urges, I descend back to the sensory world through my work.  The velvety feel of charcoal, the fluidity of ink, and the hardness of metal all provide a resting place for my unrelenting thoughts. The softness of the charcoal and ink on pure white paper, counterbalanced by the heaviness of the metal helps me to further draw on the concept of duality.  Movement is just as essential to me as the feel of something. I enjoy caressing the charcoal into the paper, just as much as forcing the metal into a sharp angle. I compulsively draw and shape these angles in an attempt to exorcise my own fear of losing control, and obsessively make work to give me a sense of identity and presence. By constantly experimenting, I satiate my desire for continual growth and change.  Through the act of creation I’ve found a place that joins the meditative and sensual worlds I inhabit.

Fini

Here are the final installation shots of my work in the Crisp-Ellert. I've learned alot about myself and other people in my BA class this semester.  I really hope I can manage to stay in touch with people, as I am not too good at it and I am curious to see where everyone ends up and what they are doing. I am excited to graduate and leave, but I think I will miss St. Augustine more than I thought. O well, so it goes