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The House That Art Built.

A portfolio of my artwork, started by my grandmother, had been kept for me. The contents dated back 30 years. The earliest work in the bunch was completed when I was age 3. I felt complex emotions as I went through old paintings and drawings; memories flooding back. Memories I had forgotten. Memories I couldn’t forget. It was clear to me how I became the product of these experiences and emotions, but still I felt burdened. The sheer volume and weight of my collection was oppressive and being self-critical (or perhaps self-aware), I was sure my collection of childhood, adolescent and student art was unremarkable and destined for the bin. Still, I wanted to acknowledge my past lives, so I used my old art as a substrate for new work.

Cutting, ripping, and painting over my art felt cathartic and violent. I wasn’t being precious about my materials or my former self but I was being thoughtful about what I preserved and what I let go. The end result is a series of houses. Houses that I lived in when the collage materials were being made. These houses are a reminder of the mental and physical spaces I once occupied and they are proof of personal evolution.

204 Pennsylvania
Paper, ink and acrylic on cardborad
67.5cm x 72cm
2021
313 Dunbar Drive
Acrylic and paper on cardboard
63cm x 63cm
2021
508 Oak Timber Place
Paper collage on cardboard
61cm x 66.5
2021
3743 N.Crest Ranch
Paper collage on cardboard
54cm x 76.5cm
2021