Apr 14, 2013
Uprooted Tree - Big life change
Seed Pod - Fertility, Growth, New beginnings, pregnancy
Flowers - New friends
Apr 6, 2013
Imitation Raku Bowl
made from a ceramic slip cast
of a plastic Instant Ramen Soup bowl
Apr 3, 2013
Excerpt from The Woman Warrior by Maxine Hong Kingston:
"Don't tell anyone you had an aunt. Your father does not want to hear her name. She has never been born." I have believed that sex was unspeakable and words so strong and fathers so frail that "aunt" would do my father mysterious harm. I have thought that my family, having settled among immigrants who had also been their neighbors in the ancestral land, needed to clean their name, and a wrong word would incite the kinspeople even here. But there is more to this silence: they want me to participate in her punishment. And I have.
In the twenty years since I heard this story I have not asked for details nor said my aunt's name; I do not know it. People who can comfort the dead can also chase after them to hurt them further-a reverse ancestor worship. The real punishment was not the raid swiftly inflicted by the villagers, but the family's deliberately forgetting her. Her betrayal so maddened them, they saw to it that she would sufFer forever, even after death. Always hungry, always needing, she would have to beg food from other ghosts, snatch and steal it from those whose living descendants give them gifts. She would have to fight the ghosts massed at crossroads for the buns a few thoughtful citizens leave to decoy her away from village and home so that the ancestral spirits could feast unharassed. At peace, they could act like gods, not ghosts, their descent lines providing them with paper suits and dresses, spirit money, paper houses, paper automobiles, chicken, meat, and rice into eternity essences delivered up in smoke and flames, steam and incense rising from each rice bowl. In an attempt to make the Chinese care for people outside the family, Chairman Mao encourages us now to give our paper replicas to the spirits of outstanding soldiers and workers, no matter whose ancestors they may be. My aunt remains forever hungry. Goods are not distributed evenly among the dead.
My aunt haunts me-her ghost drawn to me because now, after fifty years of neglect, I alone devote pages of paper to her, though not origamied into houses and clothes. I do not think she always means me well. I am telling on her, and she was a spite suicide, drowning herself in the drinking water. The Chinese are always very frightened of the drowned one, whose weeping ghost, wet hair hanging and skin bloated, waits silently by the water to pull down a substitute.
Oct 23, 2012
Collage based on Guilty Parties.
Guilty Parties, Oil on Canvas, 2012
Jun 7, 2012
Painted from observation, this still life mixes multiple perspectives to create a disoriented yet coherent space. I painted the objects from eye level, while the table's surface is viewed from above. I make the changes based on the needs of the painting's internal composition. As the composition becomes clearer, the painting drifts further and further from any objective truth about the still life I'm observing.
Refers to the excerpt on memory I posted on May 24th from Brain Rules "...present knowledge can bleed into past memories and become intertwined with them as if they were encountered together." And so on and so on.
May 27, 2012
Two small plein-air paintings on cardboard. I did these last week on a rare 80-degree May day in Seattle. They were part of a lesson I created for a friend, using a limited palette with two hues (yellow ochre - warm, torrit grey - cool) and white.
May 12, 2012
Color Studies for Red Cup still life, Oil paint on Duralar (Mylar/Acetate blend)