When you look back on my earlier works, and my blindfold pieces, faces are obscured, left out or blank. This is quite intentional each time, but each for different reasons. I now wonder if I am continually exploring the concept of identity in my works. nowadays I work with hints of face, slight expression.. I wonder if something is emerging there.
By taking something lifeless, emotionless, composed of pixels, shaping it, moving it, adding skin then lovingly bringing it to life on the canvas I turn it into a woman. What was it before? When did it become a woman? Who is it? Is it me, you, them?
They say you are every person in your dreams. I’ve even heard it said that artists always paint themselves in everything. I wonder if there is any truth to any of these things?
What do you think?