2019 Rooted
What does an artist paint post-volcanic eruption?
Three weeks after we arrived in Salt Lake City, Utah I made a makeshift studio in my aunt’s living room. Tarp on the floor, several canvasses around me, and a fireplace to help me adapt to colder temperatures, I painted.
For months I had been saying how I longed to feel “rooted” again: Feet safely planted on the ground, without the constant movement of earthquakes, evacuations, travelling and moving.
I realized what I searched for was a sense of home. I needed to be engaged in activities that gave me the feeling of normality, safety and security. Something to make me feel like there is meaning, and order within the chaos.
Addition, subtraction, construction, and destruction are an inexorable part of life. I channel these forces into my creative process.
The paintings in this series were made using: iron-rich Utah dirt, salt from The Great Salt Lake, metallic powders, plaster, acrylic paint, and newspaper on canvas.
Three weeks after we arrived in Salt Lake City, Utah I made a makeshift studio in my aunt’s living room. Tarp on the floor, several canvasses around me, and a fireplace to help me adapt to colder temperatures, I painted.
For months I had been saying how I longed to feel “rooted” again: Feet safely planted on the ground, without the constant movement of earthquakes, evacuations, travelling and moving.
I realized what I searched for was a sense of home. I needed to be engaged in activities that gave me the feeling of normality, safety and security. Something to make me feel like there is meaning, and order within the chaos.
Addition, subtraction, construction, and destruction are an inexorable part of life. I channel these forces into my creative process.
The paintings in this series were made using: iron-rich Utah dirt, salt from The Great Salt Lake, metallic powders, plaster, acrylic paint, and newspaper on canvas.