Traced solitary…

Most of the time I need to create in order to see what it is.

As in the case of these nudes.

I just had an urge to paint them.

I had to.

 

 

Later on, sitting in my studio, looking at them…I realized what they were.

Traces of memories….memories of solitary confinement.

I could have known.

The way they came about was hurling myself, body painted in black, up against the wall of paper. Then I worked with the traces, expressively, and then felt like covering them in a layer of expressive white.

Memories of hurling myself up against walls in a clinic all those years ago came back. Something certainly had to be processed this way. It wanted out.

These ones are certainly making it to the #artofwithdrawal show that is planned for next year. ❤

 

 

 

 

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