Where is home? I've wondered where home is, and I realized, it's not Mars or someplace like that, it's Indianapolis when I was nine years old. I had a brother and a sister, a cat and a dog, and a mother and a father and uncles and aunts. And there's no way I can get there again.”

Kurt Vonnegut 11th of October 2005

Friday, July 2, 2010

dolls, 2010, ceramics, acrylic and string.

Chapter One

Introduction


In a quaint house, on a decaying farm, on the outskirts of Indianapolis, there lived a family that exhausted tension. Relationships developed then lost. A father's death, a brothers decision to leave, all causing a young girl to be lost in the ways of relationships. How could she recover, was it possible to express these emotions of turmoil in a self realizing way? This young girl's only want was to run away and be left alone. Only to realize that what she was running from was the very life she was hoping for. She would then live a life of regrets, social anxiety, and the need to express these burdens through an outlet. This outlet would be clay.

In the years to come this girl grew up. Developing through the awkward years glasses and pimples. Flying through the years of first independence, art school, drinking, smoking, and a two year college degree. Only to move one thousand miles away to the land of Patriots and snow. The East Coast, a land never before seen by the eyes of this Hoosier. Could this be the place to sort out the years? Would this be the venue for her maturing artistic stance?


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