Patitas (little parts)

The Statement

How do we face the abruptness of death?  How do we capture life’s departure? How do we part?  These drawings engage with the act of leave-taking. They are somewhat ironic and painful reflections imbued with the deeply felt desires for whom and what can no longer be.  By exploring the very human contradictions that accompany the withering of events, the works engage mourning as an irrepressible process of acceptance, denial, and forgiveness wedged in the resented self-pity that permeates one’s own grieving.

Turtlehead

Don’t Make Me Hurt You

You’re Not my Mommy

The Story

Perhaps because I thought I knew what to expect, as time went on and loss became familiar in unanticipated ways, I found myself questioning my views.  And, I had to accept that the experiences I was having both surpassed and fell short of what I had imagined they would bring.  That realization brought me to reevaluate my beliefs and learn to connect my own living in the world with the unknown, unimaginable state of non-being. I found myself lost in mourning for people or things that were not, and for desired lives that, once gone, became no more.

Maneuvers

Very funny

No Tu No

Fleetingly, we only remain until we are no longer remembered.  Attrition draws a film over crisp memories and cracks them into fragments that won’t fit as they once did. We’re slowly and irretrievably erased by time.

So Sorry

I Thought it was summer

The UnStory

I live a life of hindsight in constant irritation and sometimes regret.  To escape, I play (read: draw).  I do this to forget, to let loose and wild.  I choose to inhabit my characters and let them do their charades, if sometimes ungracefully.  By momentarily leaving, I allow these others their presence, their moment.  Perhaps I’m avoiding direct expression of pain, or just barely mitigating it by our complicit double game of blindman’s bluff.

Untitled

Complete Devastation

Empty Space