“The medium is the message.”  -McLuhan

Faces, flowers, abstraction and their overlap. A world that is immediate, gestural, cartoonish. Often framed through negative space, hollowing out and stripping the subject, or framing it in light/shadow. Layers built by many quick and fleeting blossoms. The tightrope of process over outcome, eventually landing on form. Filling, spilling, fixating, attempting to be looked back at by what you’ve expressed, hypnotized. 

There is an interesting thing that happens as something takes shape, it begins to negate itself, to say with increased intensity (loudly or quietly) what it is not, until it is small, contained, defined by what it isn’t. A searcher in the dark, with a lantern that keeps going out. 

Aptly described as juvenile.

She asked, “why do all your faces look sad?” 

“Do they?” is what I should have said. 

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