Gaslighting Out Loud 2018. Acrylic on Canvas.
Dee and Dumb . 2019.
Who's (Really) In Charge Here? 2019. Mixed Media
Trust Me! 2018. Graphite & Colored Pencil
Zip A Dee Do Dah. 2020. Watercolor/Collage
Can be seen in Las Laguna Gallery's Exhibition, Political Discord
Fortunately, I Know A Little Magic. 2020. Watercolor/Collage
Political Anxiety is Real and Lives in Me
Hi all. I want to thank you for stopping by and looking at my work. This is my very first blog, so be patient with me. I am not used to sharing my inner most thoughts with the world. We are in turbulent times and some of my work reflects that. It is a way for me to blow off steam, work through some anxieties and diminish those that try to diminish us.
I started my political caricatures in 2018, as I was dealing with overwhelming anxiety and fear for the future of my children, myself, and my country
As I felt our country was falling farther and farther down the rabbit hole, I used the theme of Wonderland to express my insecurities and anxieties, while giving Sir John Tenniel’s iconic illustrations a modern-day twist. These works were less a deliberate slam and more an attempt to explain the way I saw the world unfolding. It was a gateway to give the viewer permission to feel this same fear and a safe place to express it. While this was on display, I was amazed at the number of folks, many young women, who were feeling as anxious as me, yet felt too afraid to express those feeling out loud, so we did it together. We laughed, cursed, some even cried, but we left the space feeling lighter and with a sense of camaraderie.
My newer work, the watercolors were a result of my election anxiety. I do have to thank Holbein Watercolors for their vibrant hues as well as the never-ending parade of hypocritical, nasty, inhumane republican congresspeople for giving me so much to work with as. You might even recognize my inspirational villains. (Sorry Disney).
I get that some of this work is a bit difficult for certain people to view with an open mind. I don’t really give a crap. This is mine. My mind. My heart. My anxiety. My fear. As a woman artist, I have been told by some male counterparts that this type of work is a little unusual, even aggressive. There was even a suggestion that I, “tone it down a bit”. Nope, not happening. I own my shit, the good and the bad, and I will express it how I see fit. As women, we all need to do that. It is freeing in a way that I cannot even begin to explain. Being nice, quiet, differential isn’t in my nature. This baby doesn’t sit in a corner, and if you’re reading this, I suggest that you don’t either. It is our time. Our time to yell, stomp our feet and paint in big bold strokes.
If you have some art stories of your own, or even stories of inspiration. I would love to hear from you. We can get through this together!