acrylic, tissue paper, photo & magazine cutouts, fabric, ink, text “What I am to you is not real, what I am to you is not what you mean to me.”
This piece is about disillusionment, seeing sides of a lover I thought I knew so well. Maybe I was distracted by her lips.
When I was two, before I had really learned to swim, I loved jupming off of the diving board. There was no hesitation, no fear, only excitement. Of course my mom was there to catch me, but I dove in with abandon! Curiosity, imagination, adventure, and play, are all the elements of my childhood that I savor and strive to hold on to as a mature adult. Stubbornness, timidity, worry, and impatience are the characteristics of my childhood that I would like to grow out of. This body of work is a collective expression of the transition from ignorance to knowledge, and from inexperience to understandingn that I went through at the end of my college career. I had to choose how to live the rest of my life and I decided not to sit at the edge of the pool and dip my toes, but to take a running start and dive straight in!
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