My college journey started at Covenant College in Lookout Mountain, GA. I was enrolled as a BA in Art and ran on the Cross Country team. About this time my parents (who met at and graduated from Covenant) separated and divorced. Despite some wonderful friends and professors, I really struggled during that time and felt a profound sense of apathy about the future. I decided I needed a separation from that place and to create my own story, so I transferred to the University of Georgia to continue my education. I enjoyed focusing more exclusively on art with a BFA in Drawing and Painting.
I had dabbled with painting assignments and experiments in High School, but I took my first real painting classes in College. At first I found the transition to full color too overwhelming but as I developed some comfort with painting in black and white, figure painting grabbed a hold of me and has yet to let me go.
I was particularly inspired by a semester abroad studying in Cortona, Italy. The experience was profoundly inspiring and I grew (and painted) so much in one short semester. When I returned, I designed a grand autobiographical altarpiece that would be my magnum opus. The series of "Saints" below were all I ended up completing but I am still incredibly proud of the accomplishment.
Oil on Panel
Glazed Ceramic, 24in³
Oil on Canvas, 30x60in.
Acrylic on Canvas, 18x24in
Oil on Canvas, 48 x 48 in. 2014
Glazed Ceramics, Various Sizes.
Oil on Panel, 48 x 48 in. 2014
Pine, Canvas, Gesso, Wax Pencil, Acrylic, Oil, Wire
Seven 30 x 56in Canvases in Progressive Stages of Completion
I was taught at a young age to never tell a lie, and “if you didn’t have something nice to say, don’t say anything at all.” For an observant and cynical child raised in the conservative, polite South, that doesn’t leave you much to talk about. Art, and specifically painting, became an elaborately veiled outlet to express myself. These paintings can shout my thoughts and feelings without saying exactly what I think and feel.
Life is experienced in community, and to a reserved introvert, that is often overwhelming. I try to keep the world and people safely at arm’s length, an observable distance from which I can interpret and understand the complex and chaotic relationships around me. Life is messy, people are complicated, and I like to build paintings around those interactions. I primarily draw inspiration from friends and family, people with whom I have a close personal connection, and filter our relationship through art history or mythological narratives. From there I layer in religious, cultural, and personal symbolism to construct complex, often ironic and cynical, visual narratives.
I feel a strong need to include figures in my paintings as a point of entry. They become a gateway through which I empathize with the work and maintain the motivation to see a piece through to completion. In the same way, it is important that my paintings are visually seductive, and I've found that figuration and a semblance of realism are effective ways to draw in an audience. The narrative systems in my paintings are composed of many layers of personal symbolism, and, beyond the initial interpretation, they can become very esoteric. Thus, I see the paintings as a kind of visual Trojan horse, sneaking my thoughts into your mind and home.
My Senior Exit work has been an examination of construction and the personal relationships I have cultivated while at The University of Georgia. One can examine the process of making a painting and break it down into desecrate steps, which can then be analyzed and broken down into smaller increments. Each increment can be categorized and systematized to to improve efficiency in the making and consistency of the finished product. My obsessive mind loves to make painting as mechanical as possible, and to an extent, it is profitable. As I described earlier, art is a way to impose order on the chaos around me. But paint is inherently chaotic and the process of making a painting is as much an act of destruction as creation. The white rectangle was the most ordered a piece would ever be, but for some reason the chaos of an image held more allure. It is probably best when the imposed order of an image and physicality of the material rest in balanced conflict. You never complete a painting, you just get close enough that your subconscious lets you stop working on it. I like to call it perfecting the “imperfectible.” I think we all go through a very similar process. It’s easiest to see the delineated steps in education, but we undergo a process of “perfecting” in every area of our lives, in pursuit of both our ideal self and circumstances. For the figures in these pieces, their cars become an indexical sign for their place in both processes.