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We all operate in a realm of poetic flux, to put it
poetically. Every day we reconcile
events, feelings and perceptions, which seem contradictory, mutually repellent
or simply impossible to hold at the same time. Like living and dying, for instance. For me, drawing and painting are direct
ways to negotiate just about everything.
Many forms that I deploy in painting and sculpture first appear in small
drawings. I do drawings as
improvisatory meditations. Little
emblems emerge, which could function as generally as familiar symbols. At the same time these figures have the
specificity of something new and nameless. A powerful ghost-thing, a metaphor, will sometimes arise when
sounds, smells, colors and definitions are rubbed together in surprising
ways. This apparition hovers over
its embracing parents, present in the form of an overtone, jarring or delicate
or something else entirely, depending on the ingredients. It’s a good studio
day when an image speaks that way.
-Heidi Pollard |
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