on art
Studio
Growing up in Louisiana I was preoccupied with balancing the disparate: sacrifice and excess; voodoo and the Mass. A shadowy, palpitating energy in art and life helps convert an intention into work. This Duende is seldom defined but is clearly felt through the associational leaping of Lorca's poetry or the compelling coils of movement in the Flamenco. Inside the rush and stasis of studio time, I remain attached to the secretly sinister -- the overlay of surveillance on the beautiful and fragile, the loss of privacy, and the effect of simultaneous yet disparate forms of communication on culture, both personal and political.