Anthropocenic thoughts...
and feelings of deep sadness...
...inklings of hope...

Considering the many ways one is categorized, marginalized and sometimes glorified, I am interested in our choices and those which are not our own, those dictated by the culture at large. In what ways are we acknowledged because of the bodies we inhabit? How do we own our own bodies? How are we seen for who we really are?

Adolescence is embued with ambiguity and enigma. Profoundly at the cusp and simultaneously swimming in shades of murkiness, one sees glimmers and sparkles, and is enmeshed all at once. I was struck when my daughter became 11. Innocence and what lays ahead, acknowledging the world "out there," and the world "inside," experience and impermanence comingling and never settling - The In BeTWEENness of it all -

A book of Grimm's Fairy Tales found its way into my arms during an unexpected trip to the The Salvation Army store. I thought I would be drawing (as in, using pencil and paper) from this rich source of source material. Instead, I was obsessed for days, cutting apart and reconfiguring. The illustrations were asking to be cut apart - to be "deconstructed" and remade into new images - with their "hidden" meanings revealed. Each title is taken from one of the Grimm tales, all double entendres crucial, enabling the many more than two inherent meanings. Grim(m) Stories acknowledges the (pervasive) abuse of innocence.