Biography
I start with the eyes.
I paint solitudes that look for a name.
My pieces have no title until
they find themselves in someone,
until they find a body.
From characters, people take form:
the unexpected adaptation of an
object to my desire, as Roland Barthes said.
They take shape from oils, acrylics, and
wallpaper, they are cut, torn, washed and
repainted, darkened and made to re-emerge.
As complex as the characters
they will inhibit, they ask to no longer
be paintings but to have fl esh and bone,
to pull back from the portrait and become
people. They want to look their double up and down,
scrutinize it carefully and fi nally emerge
from the painting.
Alice is a name that carries wonder
with it. But not always. My first
piece at the Academy was titled “Envy”,
an agonizing, screaming black. Now, as
ever before, painting is necessary.
With time it has become almost circusesque,
all the while maintaining its solitude and pride.
