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Playing
out like a classic monster movie, a behemoth intruder invades an unsuspecting landscape. Ground planes rupture and shift,
erupting in a volcanic flood of saccharine sweet blooms. In seeing the earth cracked open, our own vulnerability is revealed.
Our conscience is realized through fear, threat or natural disaster; and in this destruction, truths surface.
As narrative portraits, these landscapes are also laced with familiar patterns from my past. Flowers
are nostalgic emblems, implying comfort, a sense of origin, the fabric of a childhood home. The personal iconography binds
the past to the present. Fragile, dark and bittersweet, the landscapes become manifestations of loss, regret, warmth and truth.
Through the disruption of balance, we discover new and hopeful things. Prompting the materialization of memory, I hope to
reveal beauty in fracture, sanctuary in displacement.
January 2010
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