“What was Once a Home” is a series of drawings that documents foreclosed homes in the Chicago area.
New York, London, Rome, Budapest are some of the towns which delight me.
The drawings are strongly inspired by these cities or they show an amalgamation of any of these exisiting places. It takes between two weeks and half a year to finish each piece, altough I work on several pieces at the time.
Art can be a powerful tool. It is only in the past year I have learned to use my art making a way to transform my shame into self-acceptance. Last summer, I returned to my childhood home, an abandoned schoolhouse, to create art from the things my mother hoarded over the years and explore questions […]
Have you had a moment in your life when you found yourself standing at the edge of a fire? Feeling a pull towards a kind of transformation.
Vestiges repetition the modern clashing even resisting the next, inevitable stage. Language for the eyes but what is that language conveying?
Early in my young career as an artist I would purchase pre-stretched and primed canvases. One day I decided to increase the volume of my work, so I went out and purchased six of these canvases in various sizes. When I got back to my studio I unwrapped each one canvas from its plastic shrink-wrap.
This collection of paintings are monotone pink portraits exploring ideas concerning superficiality, sexuality, commodity fetishism, complacency, beauty, distraction and the female identity.
Much of my painting inspiration comes from our spectacular west coast scenery although I have been greatly influenced by the many different people and countries I have visited. I am awed by the beauty and diversity the entire world has to offer.
For the most part they are based upon a lifetime of unforgettable moments on the prairie through all the seasons. Experiences and memories from time spent at my family cottage at Victoria Beach, from living and growing up in Winnipeg, and from my many travels throughout the Province.
While reaching for new heights in the art world I got cold feet. Not only painting on top of the mountain in the cold but in my spirit regarding putting together art work for a jurying process.