Thursday, June 12, 2008
Recently, while storing this piece after a show, I thought "I love this, but it will never sell: It's too personal." Turns out someone fell in love with it, and bought it during the show's last minutes , so last-minute that word didn't reach me until after pick-up. So this week I brought it to its new home.
The piece evolved over several years. The first image was a self-portrait I painted during profound depression. Years later I photo-transfered the image onto fabric. It looked awful, but when I flipped the fabric over, the ghost-image grabbed me. So I stitched on that. Still later, coping with my mom's depression, I worked on the image again, piecing it into a larger whole, then painting and printing on top of that. The whole isn't more than 18" high. "It spoke to me," the buyer said, "I couldn't stop thinking about it." So she took it home.