A R T I S T I C   S T A T E M E N T 

 

 

I’ve always loved Picasso’s face. Ever since I was a child, I was fascinated with him. There was a well-mannered pain within it, I recognized then. My mother often tells the story of when I was four and she said we were going to the museum to see Picasso. Before she could explain that she meant we would see his paintings, I jumped on my bed and cried, “Picasso’s Alive!”.  

 

These pieces are part of a series rooted in the Blue Period. A homage to Picasso’s lovers. They point at the crux of humanity, of love, of violence. The mutilation of women occupies my brain-sake at all hours. To see our believability questioned. Our character compromised. Our story swept under the rug with silence. It concerns me how this can occur in our hearts, our beds, in the arms of love. It concerns me, the way Picasso treated women. The way they concave into his body or canvas. The way we are useful only until we’re not. Why was I taught to praise the brilliant man blindly and look away from his caused disfigurements?

 

This being said, I still love Picasso. I find him brilliant. Yet, multiple facets can be true simultaneously. My aim is to create work that points at this truth. That tells the difficult story. That rips you open before it. And then presents you with the knife to do the same to the world outside. 

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*this series is still in progress