Monday, September 1, 2008
I'm sure this piece comes from a place deep in my twisted subconscious; after I made it, I realized that it reminds me somehow of one of my favorite childhood pastimes. In fact, it has occurred to me that much of my imagery grows out of these experiences. (Hey, who needs psychotherapy when you've got art?) I used to love making dolls from natural materials I found in the yard or woods, though I had little interest in store-bought dolls. I'd find a twig for the body, attaching a tiny apple or grape as a head. Of course she needed something fashionable to wear, and upside-down petunias made gorgeous dresses; a strand of thick grass tied around it served the dual purpose of holding the flower in place and serving as arms. Snapdragons were perfect as hats. For the little people to live in, I constructed houses of sticks and mud (I invented adobe, who knew?), and fed them birch-seed pies baked in the sun.
This probably comes as no surprise to those who know me well, while some of you may be thinking, "Wow, no wonder her art is so strange..."
Medium: monotype collage