I went to school at The California Institute of the Arts in 1973 and have recently returned to making art. I find myself with many of the same issues and concerns, now as then, though seen through the perspective of my personal history of mental illness and recovery. (Due to the severity of my life-threatening illness, I was unable to participate in society for almost fifteen years, unable to produce any art and overwhelmed with fears, depression and psychosis. Overcoming this illness has left me with the feeling that I can do anything I want to do, and , at this time, I'm trying to finish what I set out to do thirty years ago.)
I'm again using familiar household materials from home and hardware stores; as a child,I felt secure knowing that the drawers were completely shut , doors closed, no water on the floor to slip on, curtains drawn to keep out the bad things...a kind of voodoo. In a way, I'm trying to recreate situations that were once so familiar to me and gave me such a sense of security.
I'm working on open-ended narrative events in a "sort-of personal" landscape. The linoleum floor references the "behavioral institutions" I used to frequent: utilitarian, devoid of comfort, completely sanitized- effective protection from a variety of abominable liquids....the seemingly identical plastic trees a representation of nature made safe at the price of its authenticity.