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Thursday, March 13, 2008

What's Love Got to Do With It? Yorktown, Virginia

So, many of you are probably wondering where I've been and why I haven't been a good girl in keeping up my blog. Well, number one: the spare time I do have is usually not spent here in front of the computer. Number two: I've spent most of the early and mid winter getting ready for a show at the Nancy Thomas Gallery in Yorktown, Va. It was in mid February and I have to say that it was one of the most challenging and wonderful experiences I've had in a while. Wonderful cause the people who produced the show (you know who you are and I love ya so much!) were some of the kindest spirited people I've ever met and their enthusiasm was beyond contagious. Challenging because .... there was a theme.... a guideline, if you will.... the show was called "What's Love Got to do With It?" in conjunction with V-Day and.....my stuff just has to flow as it comes. To give me a theme to stick with and produce 20 pieces in accordance with that feels just a little tighter than a straight jacket. 20 pieces? All about "Love"? I almost said, "No, I can't work like that...I'm too "out there and free, man". But before getting too full of myself, I gave it a few days and tortured over it a while. My lazy self said "stick to your guns, rebel!" But ya know what? My higher self said, " you need a challenge...don't be a pussy!" I listened to the latter and said, "YES!" I'm so glad I did. All of the angst it caused kept me from keeping up with this blog and many other aspects of my life but hey! I never said I was a mega multi- tasker. Thanks for tuning back in and here is some stuff from the show.....





I'll Take My Medication (acrylic, oil pen, and epoxy on cardboard lid assemblage)

We've all been there. This represents the crazy fights we endure for love and the desperate promises made to keep it together.









Narcissism (acrylic, oil pen, and epoxy on cardboard lid assemblage)


For this show I decided to play with the idea of love. Who wants to see a bunch of hearts and flowers anyway? Love is a loaded term and exploiting the light and dark side of it was way too tempting. So the one above is about self-absorption, a distorted kind of love. Narcissism.

I Just Wanna Talk (acrylic, oil pen, and epoxy on a cardboard lid assemblage)
These are pink elephants in overalls holding machine guns. Aren't they fun? They're psycho stalkers. Another distorted type of love.

Public Disclosure of Forbidden Love (acrylic, pencil, and epoxy on wooden assemblage)

I also wanted to show unlikely pairs hooking up. This is Godzilla who fell in love with the nemesis, Spectreman. If you look inside the lizard's belly you can see their love child in utero.

Cult Status: No One Understands My Love for You
(acrylic, pencil, and epoxy on wooden structure with 3 rubber doll heads)

The baby was born and now he's a legend. This is about his obsessive fans.

side view of Cult Status

You Had Me at "Nanu": Mork and Buck Rogers (acrylic, pencil, epoxy and old doll on wooden assemblage)

Another one about unlikely pairs hooking up. The text reads: Mork and Buck Rogers, their intergalactal attraction could no longer be denied...you do the math.

Close up of "the woman inside Buck Rogers"


Holy Matrimony

It's a wedding! Godzilla and Spectreman are making honest critters out of eachother.

Marching Band and Drumline

Don't know what this has to do with love, really.

I Love Robert: A Self Portrait (acrylic, pencil, epoxy, and celluloid doll on wood structure)

This is about me actually. Its a long story but when I was little I used to wish I was a little boy. So much that I would tell strangers my name was Robert. They believed me until they met my parents who refused to go along with my secret identity. So this piece is about loving the unconventional little Robert inside of me.

The view of God ( acrylic, pencil, epoxy, and wooden cut outs on old drawer)
Everyone is a baby deep down. At least that's what I tell myself when I'm really pissed at someone.