Work in progress, images that inspired the process, and my most recent show statement: Sotto Voce.
What was a three year endeavor ended abruptly with a registered letter stating that our leased space was sold. We had 30 days to vacate. 30 days to dismantle, sort, and purge. No time to process. This was December 2017 in the middle of the ice and snow storm, the irony was not amusing.
We were granted a brief extension but Fabulon, A Center for Art and Education, would close. With each box packed, I felt the stripping away of my dream and my identity.
Despite our best efforts, things were misplaced and haphazardly stuffed into any available container. So much of what I had collected was unidentifiable and irrelevant. What was I to do with all of these remnants? What was I to do with the people for whom I was responsible?
Ideals like rest, regroup, sabbatical, and fallow were suggested but all I heard was exile.
How can I spend any time on myself when people were counting on me? I wrestled with all these questions but no answers came. I couldn't hear my own voice.
It was difficult to move, let alone paint, in a studio so crammed with boxes. But I had to resume teaching and slowly sorted out some spaces for students.
I became my own student. I listened to the genuine messages of reassurance, validation, and encouragement I weave into lessons with my emerging artists. I made space for me and time to paint
Something started to resonate.
And then there it was the last box, my voice hidden inside waiting to be decompressed and made usable.
Sotto Voce is Italian for quiet voice and this collection of paintings is a celebration of my voice returning.