Selected Press Links for 2010’s Bearing Witness/adaptaion:
About: Sugar on a Burn (new paintings; April 2011)
To have had and had not.
Gaming the system.
Rescue and Redemption.
This series of paintings are but a tiny fraction of my silent screams.
About: Bearing Witness / adaptation 2010 acrylic paintings
I live and work in a 100 year-old Ballard building where over recent time, if the views aren’t blocked by condos or new construction, looks out onto now vacant businesses. Down the streets are more emptied storefronts and ruins of beloved places torn down. It was starting to feel personal. In November, 2009 I began painting ‘it’, only realizing why after the fact.
I lost a beloved business once, a devastating experience that can destroy one (and almost destroyed me). That experience was the first in what turned out to be an exponentially-worsening perfect storm that stole a decade of my life. Eventually I survived it by painting it out. Years later, I again painted the pain of being weeded out, but this time as an observer. From this vantage point I found it’s mostly chain link, realtor signage, remains of what’s been razed, and, a rare heroic example of one who absolutely refused (to her death), to be bulldozed aside and declared obsolete. Paving paradise to put up parking lots is personal, and we adapt or not.
Starting out as a promising teenage artist, I detoured on a long winding road before returning to where I belong.
Fresh out of a Southern California high school, I made my living as a window display artist, floral designer, and wig stylist before doing a 12-year stint as an actress on primetime television. While my son was in high school, I left acting and remodeled houses. When my son left the nest, I dove in with all that was in me as the inventor and founder of a non-dairy ice cream product line. When my popular product and busy, happy little company were confronted with an unavoidable corporate struggle, we won the battle but lost the war (that my company did not survive).
After years of struggling to heal, I began painting again, and it was through art that I finally recovered. As I began to show, sell, and live off my art, I kept it simple: paint, sell, paint. I’ve never been happier.