Some collages on old photographs abroad…southern France + watercolors yo.
Drifting thoughts regarding my latest studio work can be long and esoteric. I’m working at an art museum, reading books on every western movement. My mind constantly shifts to all the voices and works that go unrecorded through time, as if the Western world was the only culture to ever exist.
It’s just as Carrie Mae Weems writes in her work titled “Not Manet’s Type”. She states beneath the photograh, “IT WAS CLEAR, / I WAS NOT MANET’S TYPE/ PICASSO—WHO HAD A WAY/ WITH WOMEN—ONLY USED ME/ & DUCHAMP NEVER EVEN/ CONSIDERED ME;”- photograph, 2001
What is voice and what is image? How to stories become resonating realities? Thinking, thinking…