“How does an artist shape her own persona?” -- Miriam Schapiro
I am a woman, artist, daughter, mother, wife. All of these roles provide content for my art.
I joined the Army at the age of 17 after growing up as a “military brat.” My mother served 25 years in the Navy, facing overt institutional misogyny daily. My father was an artist who, in his art, celebrated the male gaze. From my perspective, and if I were to analyze it in reaction to my father, the male gaze is not to be celebrated but to be rebelled against. My art confronts the male gaze with the female reality.
My art also documents when life takes me by surprise. I was not prepared to be a mother. My work at the time reflects my state: childish, scared, and amazed. In 2016, my father died unexpectedly from cancer. The night I said good-bye, I knew that I would make art about the moment.
Art is how I process my life.
My artistic journey has been persistent, albeit meandering. I explore different materials, coming back to drawing and painting as my base, however each new material and technique influences my visual language. The physicality of material is a central influence. Working in encaustic, fibers, stitching bookmaking, found/ appropriated paper -- I appreciate the inherent meaning these materials bring to an image. I revel in the liminal overlap, the Venn of association, when images and materials collide to create their own voice.
I am an artist. My art addresses the influences of gender, history, and cultural expectations on personal identity. I am an artist.