11″ x 15″ (28×38) Watercolor, ink, acrylic
9″ x 12″ Mixed media: watercolor, ink, acrylic on paper
“The Real is that which is impossible (to represent) and [Lacan] …associates it with trauma or the missed encounter (that which we could not have encountered). We cannot speak the Real, but it nonetheless produces …effects that we can trace.”
Levi Paul Bryant
I can’t imagine a better account for my turn to abstraction in my art.
We see the past through the lens of the present. Points that brought us to where we find ourselves become markers of a path we construct, but which, in reality, is anything but straight. More like finding seeds that begin to grow out of debris we thought we’d abandoned. This is a piece from March, 2013 (#139) that was lost when we fled the Ox. Here was the anti-portrait (what we see is not what we are). There was a dirty, crusted window screen like a veil over the face. The trash assemblages I was making had begun to emerge as paintings. I recognize in this piece a link to what I’ve found opening into the future.