Aging Series
Abstract/Artist Statement
Like threads of intricate lace, wrinkles meander and crisscross on my cheeks, around my eyes, and across my body. Reflected wrinkles in my magnifying mirror reveal aging during life's inevitable cycles of change. Even the ocean swells with power from its' depths, breaks into waves and eventually slows to a line of foam sinking into sand. In my paintings, a metallic mannequin stands frozen lifeless in time. Its' flawlessly smooth form is unaffected by gravity. In my paintings, idealized headless mannequins stand next to portions of my aging face, as a reminder that gravity takes its' toll over time. It pulls smiles downward and makes eyes appear sad, tired, and hidden beneath drooping eyelids, despite opposite inner feelings.This aging series started with an acrylic painting titled, iAM, iAGE, iWRINKLE. While painting, I remembered my grandmother's sun-wrinkled face radiating love for me. As I discover my own wrinkles and struggle with a changing identity, I celebrate love and a life lived with family and friends of all ages.My father was bedfast in a nursing home during his final years. Expressing feelings about aging through creating art helps me deal with grief and future unknowns. The last verse of an imaginative poem, "Life Doesn't Frighten Me," deals with fear, just as painting does for me.
Location
Reynolds Gallery
Start Date
30-4-2010 6:00 PM
End Date
30-4-2010 9:00 PM
Aging Series
Reynolds Gallery
Like threads of intricate lace, wrinkles meander and crisscross on my cheeks, around my eyes, and across my body. Reflected wrinkles in my magnifying mirror reveal aging during life's inevitable cycles of change. Even the ocean swells with power from its' depths, breaks into waves and eventually slows to a line of foam sinking into sand. In my paintings, a metallic mannequin stands frozen lifeless in time. Its' flawlessly smooth form is unaffected by gravity. In my paintings, idealized headless mannequins stand next to portions of my aging face, as a reminder that gravity takes its' toll over time. It pulls smiles downward and makes eyes appear sad, tired, and hidden beneath drooping eyelids, despite opposite inner feelings.This aging series started with an acrylic painting titled, iAM, iAGE, iWRINKLE. While painting, I remembered my grandmother's sun-wrinkled face radiating love for me. As I discover my own wrinkles and struggle with a changing identity, I celebrate love and a life lived with family and friends of all ages.My father was bedfast in a nursing home during his final years. Expressing feelings about aging through creating art helps me deal with grief and future unknowns. The last verse of an imaginative poem, "Life Doesn't Frighten Me," deals with fear, just as painting does for me.