Adhesive Gestures

What will we hold on to when all is lost? What compass is death? What chaos will encourage life to begin afresh? In a season of grief following grief, the extrovert in me was trapped, silent and immobile. Stuck in my body to wrestle the entanglements, none of these feelings are going to go away but they will change as surely as we all do. My midlife body, a muddle of good storied scars, reckless curiosity and a little too much good food, is slowly embracing technology and virtual reality to move through this season of life. Together. Somehow. Still. Moving. I lost my words, my way in the world, my toxic optimism, my old sense of community and yet my paintings and the process of painting has been a song of solitude memorializing the losses like the celestial wonders bridging the chasms of unimaginable distances. These paintings are stickers. Acrylic on paper with an adhesive backing. They are an invitation to play in all seriousness. To place and weave art and novelty together like a video game in the real. My hope is to get documentation of all the actual installations and have a closing reception after the final sticker is stuck, painting framed, laptop adorned and/or building accessorized. They were originally exhibited at Burningman in VR during the pandemic lockdown. Though born out of the death of my best friend and a pandemic, every sticky painted mess is a salute to maturing humor. Every knot and notch a tangle and tango with fleeting beauty and misplaced bliss. Every line is a brave survivor. Every texture is a flawed memory. Every pixel here is also pigment, fiber, glue and with your participation, something also excavated, felt, touched and remembered from my chaos to your worldview.