I begin to think that there is no way out of the painting, want to scrap it and then I push myself to continue and somehow as if by accident or chance they appear.
At Elmira College, I used sit in my dorm room and blast “Talk Talk” by The Psychedelic Furs on my turntable.
Alexander Yakovlev and the power of dance and flour
These are old stories of relationships between the rich and poor, doctor and patient, life and death
We relate to the world through our own form. It’s the most straight forward language one can use, the curves and landscapes of our bodies.
For us, it’s more about emotions than the actual body form. The body form is our tool to describe the feeling
We fought our way out of the dust bowl for economic uncertainty, poverty and unemployment due to huge disparities in wealth distribution in the modern day.
We focus on not breathing and moving a certain way and there is something very peaceful about that. No time to think. It is almost like survival mode.
Social media was already the bane of my existence, but now it was influencing the work that I was producing, and not in a good way.
And, like all bitter New Yorkers, there are days I just wanna kick rocks and wave goodbye to my fair city once and for all.
It’s enough to look at all the fields in California to see who is doing the work there, almost always in horrible living conditions and minimum pay.
When I was a little girl, I would stare at my mom’s albums of classical painters
