entelechia series

Entelechia 12


I moved to New York in February 2020, got sick, recovered, helped run an artist residency in March that ended early due to the coronavirus, and have been social distancing in South Brooklyn ever since. 

Without my usual art materials or access to a studio, I began working on paper.  These pieces combine the two sides of myself—one meticulous, detail oriented, linear, tight, the other more expansive, spontaneous, sweeping and left to chance.  I am two things simultaneously always–happy and sad, lovely and ugly, light, dark, simple, complicated, firm, squishy. 

These works are tedious, time-consuming drawings later obscured completely with black ink.  They start with a very smooth plastic surface and end in a rich black, prior details peeking through.  To me they feel like the virus blanketing us all – like racism raising its revolting head . . . like society itself.

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