Silk weighs on me. It folds around, drapes toward the earth, it has its own direction. I shape it and it shapes me: I am drawn to making it change color, shape, and form, but it is not easy.
Sometimes I feel bold and know what shapes and colors a blank piece of silk requires to come alive, to manifest what’s in my mind in reality.
Other times, I hesitate, one sharp move with my brush and I think it’s ruined. It’s ruined in my mind, but it, the silk, doesn’t mind, it has its own way of always going on, seducing us with its effortlessness and ethereality.
A split second after it is “ruined” I see an opportunity; another brush of dye, and now the silk has transformed. I no longer see what I saw before. I no longer have the same image of the completed work as I did a second ago. It is complete.
Thesis Project SAIC, 2020, Dye on silk, 4:10 mins.
Michigan Avenue, 2018, Mixed media, 84 x 120 in.
Blue Knives, 2018, Mixed media, 60 x 48 in.
Well Connected, 2019, Oil on linen, 98 x 60 in.
Sun time, 2019, Acrylic on canvas, 60 x 48 in.
Pink Dance, 2019, Mixed media, 86 x 98 in.
Silk Galaxy, 2020, Dye on silk, 84 x 96 in.
Watermelon, 2019, Dye on silk, 60 x 48 in.
Free Dance, 2020, Silk paintings and line
Big change in the sky, 2020, Silk paintings and line
Vibrant independence, 2020, Silk paintings and line