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My work is about containment, and the round, bulging forms hold everything: my past, my burden of history, my sadness. They are self-portraits. Larger than life, overworked and decadent in their texture, the work is too heavy to leave. I am making them too heavy to be broken.
I am making something that is stronger than I am. Larger than I am. Southerners cling to age. With an appreciation for history that is in our bones. We try to maintain a past that no longer exists. I am trying to re-create that past that never happened. The layers of paint are layers of time, and I am building my own history.
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