I started working on an assemblage called Intangible Sweetness. The subject matter isn't pleasant but it is something I am compelled to express. I suppose one could call it inspiration. Last year while looking at illustrations in The Night Before Christmas, I came across one that I liked. You know, one of those old fashioned illustrations reminiscent of seemingly innocent times, which are long gone. The illustration depicted two little girls in bed, and as the story goes, "the children were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of sugar plums danced through their heads". How sweet, I thought, and wouldn't it be grand if that were always true. As disconnected as this might seem now, at that particular moment, my thoughts went to a woman, who as a child, was sexually abused by her father. Because of that abuse, she was psychologically and emotionally broken, and she still is. She turned to crack, became an addict and as a result of that addiction, made a series of bad decisions which landed her in prison.
For all intents and purposes, the woman, is a child – the crack was what she used to not only escape, but to attain that sweetness denied her by her abuser – the sweetness of childhood. The assemblage speaks to this subject matter.