1) Three chocolate tins, opened: House of dawn; Blind spot; When did I become? 2) Three chocolate tins, closed: House of dawn; Blind spot; When did I become? 3) Three chocolate tins, closed: When did I become? Freud’s Sofa; Natality, Mortality, Plurality 4) Three chocolate tins, open: When did I become? Freud’s Sofa, Natality, Mortality, Plurality 5) Four chocolate tins, front view: Female Trickster; Protection and Resistance; Measurement; Nostos 6) Three chocolate tins, opened: Trickster Woman; Protection and Resistance; Measurement 7) Broken Plate with Eyes and Mouth 8) Face with Many Eyes 9) Broken Talavera, Fin de Siécle 10) Broken Cup 11) Beach Kiosk
I often feel propelled by a simple urge to make, an old feeling I know from childhood that prompts me not only to paint pictures but also to turn sticks and cloth into dolls, paper and broken plates into masks, boxes into stages. Most recently, old chocolate tins, signs of indulgence, have been put to use for a series of visual poems—meditations on the self—perhaps another kind of indulgence, but a sometimes necessary one.
The works in the chocolate tin series are painted with oil on prepared metal and are approximately 19x9.5cm when closed, 19x19cm when open. The chocolate tins and the broken plate pieces were made from 2015-2020.
