2004 - 2013
A forest deity effigy created of organic offerings, found and collected over the years. These photographs document a completion of the project, nearly 10 years after the effigy's birth.
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Photography by Joe Sneep and Candace Bell, 2013.
2007 - 2008
This series is a single portrait of humanness. The base of each piece is the same: a print of a life-sized woodcut, such that the series can be read as a portrait of one woman having different experiences. Yet the eyes of each are painted from a different model, allowing each piece to be read individualistically. The eyes are painted shut, dreaming, and these dreams can be seen, floating above their heads. The dream imagery is contrasted with the image drawn over their hearts, which may or may not compliment the other. The disconnect between what they dream of and what they carry in their hearts is a literal one, with each being on a separate canvas. The relationship between the images reveals a range of contentment. At some point, we all experiences at least a moment of each of these different emotions and stages. Life is a bumpy cycle that we cannot help but participate in.
2007 - 2010
Duality, personal evolution, and experimentation with materials are common themes at this time.
These peices are an intermeshing of acrylic, oil paint, printmaking, sewing, and varied canvas surfaces, such as denim.
It's funny to look back on things like this and suddenly see yourself so clearly. In the years since painting these, I have grown, and lived more, and looked, and become more alive. ...Which seems to be exactly what I was asking for.
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Branches Up/Roots Down
2004 - 2005
I think there is so much beauty in the twisted, gnarled roots that rise above the earth, hinting at their depths and rugged strength, anchoring such expansive, stately beauty – powerfully large trees that speak of time: so much time witnessed, and borne with grace. Once tender tendrils reaching down, down, down, these delicate shoots are still searching somewhere deep beneath my feet. At the surface, the thickened arms claim space and capture shadows, moss-covered and intricately entwined.
Most of these are painted from photographs of fig trees, taken in Australia.