TheLibrary

RECENT WORK: THE LIBRARY
The rare voice of human vulnerability is what reins in the heart
and truly ties one to an art form. This honesty is difficult to
capture, as it goes against our very instincts of protection of self;
of putting on a strong face and keeping our innermost dialogue
safe.

This series I see as ongoing, as I travel back through my beloved
bookshelf. Finding my dear old friends that found the courage to
expose themselves in this honest light, rendering me forever
changed upon reading their words.

Lending me countless matches needed to burn my own path.

DIALOG
September 21, 2007
Books appear motionless. But they are guides to limitless worlds
inside and outside ourselves. Travelers through the heavens.
Roadmaps. Atlases of minds; of moments. They are always
moving. Buzzing and pointing.

I have been carried off on their shoulders like a small child. From
up here I am presently charting the stars (remember to look up
occasionally, we sometimes forget) Plotting which heavenly bodies
to explore.

map
n.
a. A representation of a region of the earth or heavens.
b. Something that suggests such a representation, as in
clarity of representation.

July 21, 2007
I sewed and ripped pages of the diary onto the canvas, which
formed an upside-down pyramid shape. Looking up the symbolism
of an inverted triangle, I discovered it represents the shape of the
female. Couldn't be more prefect. Quotes from my own diary as
well as Nin's were scrawled into layers of paint and shellac. It being
a private book (one that was never meant to be published)
transparent layers of paint sprang to the foreground. To protect
our secrets. My beloved Nin.

July 11, 2007
I have started a new series of work I am referring to (for now) as
'The Library". The process consists of taking a beloved book off
my shelf - one that has shattered my soul with it's brilliance at some
point in my life, rereading it and then ripping out important pages
and seeing what emerges. I have been working on the diaries of
Anais Nin. Amazing to see what I underlined 15 years ago or more
and break my heart with it all over again...

"...because to be wise is to accept relative happiness. But the
absolute, the absolute haunts me."
Anais Nin, Diary