Eroticism does not exist within an image. A picture operating as a vessel for the erotic must defy the consumable and open up an ambiguous visual space of comings and goings, apparitions and disparitions. The written word, the schema or the sketch are created with a line drawn from the mind to the world through the hand. This line is a seismograph of humanity, upon which the cognitive and the bodily dance.
Making these pictures is sensuous. Drawing my way from erotic memory into physical space, I must feel my way around as though in the dark. Using pure silver –a night metal– I weave flesh and thorn as I oscillate between expressive and mimetic “writing”. A painting, like a garden, like a lover, gives what it gets.
Making these pictures is sensuous. Drawing my way from erotic memory into physical space, I must feel my way around as though in the dark. Using pure silver –a night metal– I weave flesh and thorn as I oscillate between expressive and mimetic “writing”. A painting, like a garden, like a lover, gives what it gets.
