Skeletons originally emerged in my paintings from the unexpectedly heightened awareness of death brought on by my experiences around first becoming a mother. Savoring the freshness of new life led...
Skeletons originally emerged in my paintings from the unexpectedly heightened awareness of death brought on by my experiences around first becoming a mother. Savoring the freshness of new life led inevitably into deep contemplations of my own mortality and my child’s.
With the onset of Covid-19, this imagery began to take on new meaning. The skeletons feel even closer to home, not only to mine, but to everyone’s, as we navigate this crisis which has brought death into the homes of us all.
It almost feels cruel to make work that reminds the viewer of death at a time when death is ever present, so it feels necessary to explain that the work is not a celebration of a pandemic, but rather reflects on human weakness—our inability to save ourselves. The skeletons dance and play, and run amok because our leaders, politicians and even ourselves are too dense (too human even) to prevent this outcome.