Hate gets you laid!

I’m not in a mentally stabile enough position to discuss this further than just posting what inspired this particular work….

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St. Stacy of the Incels

If hate could get you laid, then misogynists would rule the world!

We do not ‘owe’ any one our bodies or our affection. We are not property to be bought, sold or traded. Love is not currency.

St. Stacy is modeled after the ‘perfect woman’, Barbie. She wears the color of the Madonna, hiding her figure until the mantle purity. She guards her heart, the heart of all women. Although it has been wounded, pierced, it is still vibrant and full. It is hers to give

Her halo is stones. To remind us of those lost to ‘Honor Killings’.

She is surrounded by ‘cherubim’. Infantile, not infants. They ridicule and taunt her out of fear, ignorance and resentment, and yet, like Barbie, she smiles on.

 

Our Lady of Impenetrable Sanity

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OUR LADY OF IMPENETERABLE SANITY

Modeled after St. Dymphna. After her mother died, Dymphna’s father went into a deep depression and became mentally unbalanced. Hid feelings for his daughter turned to lust and why Dymphna rejected him and fled, he hunted her down and had her beheaded.

Before her murder, she opened a clinic for the poor and sick and believed in working on mental as well as physical ills. In art she is portrayed as the ‘demon slayer’ as at that time most mental illness was deemed possession by demons and/or need for conversion.

In some older versions of her portraits, she is, seen with a sword pricking the neck of a demon; symbolizing her title of Demon Slayer.

Throughout history, women have been persecuted for there diminished coping skills and mental acuity. Hysteria is undoubtedly the first mental disorder attributable to women, described in the second millennium BC, and until Freud considered an exclusively female disease. Over 4000 years of history, this disease was considered from two perspectives: scientific and demonological. It was cured with herbs, sex or sexual abstinence, punished and purified with fire for its association with sorcery and finally, clinically studied as a disease and treated with innovative therapies.

Today we are still shamed an ostracized (even by ourselves), for the need to seek help, treatment or medication for mental illness, especially for working professionals and mothers where the need to constantly be ‘as good as or better than’ is the social norm.

In the painting, her halo is a gear, a ‘cog’. Mental health care is an industry and she is connected to it by her old-fashioned electro shock therapy conduits. Her crown rests on top. Her belief in herself her glory. An angel rests on one side. A devil on the other, representing the theory that mental illness can be explained away as the demonic. The severed neck of St. Dymphna is represented. The covering failing to hide it, as if removal of the head would solve all her problems. She is clad in blue, her attempt to cover herself in calm. She holds a book as if to shield herself and force us to look at it-the Diagnostic & Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders.

 

Encouragement vs. Inspiration

20180914_114702 “I got you a leaf Mama. I like when you paint leaves.”

And so…I painted leaves. I didn’t know how much I needed to. How did she know? She’s 8. How could she sense what I needed better than I could?

Artists are often asked what inspires them-fellow artists, periods of time, methods and materials.. I’d like to talk about what encourages me. Thanks to the Virago Gallery I’m still busy at work creating a new line of pop icon paintings regarding women’s issues.

20180910_171914.jpgI’ll admit it takes a lot out of me to research, layout and execute one of these. The painting brings me joy. The act of creating is fulfilling. The fact that I get to share my thoughts on things that are important to me is humbling. What keeps me slogging through articles about human trafficking, rape, glass ceilings and mom shaming without needing to spend a week with the covers over my head is my girls. There uncanny ability to pull me back into focus, wrap me up in perspective and fill in gaps of despair with painting leaves and ‘snuggle puddles’.

I will be posting more of my journey through these paintings.  It’s important for me to share not only because I believe in the messages and some of them are very timely, but I believe in the PROCESS of how they are becoming. How I do, not just why I do. And I will share the breaks in between. The leaves.

Something to keep in mind this week. Sometimes what we create in the small is just as important as what want to create for the big picture.

Invulnerable

Ok, I struggled with this for WAY longer than I should have.

I was looking for the right way to explain that things are all coming together for me. The #herartforgood  project is expanding and I am now able to tie that all together with my work training women in safety and self defense practices. I found the connection.

Whether it’s my art or my safety training I can do my best to help women overcome whatever makes them feel vulnerable while overcoming my own issues. A training buddy, a friend, a sister.

It feels good to finally define purpose. I’m tactile-I have to touch to understand and express and THIS I can do. This I can be helpful with. And more importantly, WE can work together. How silly of me to not rely on all of you and ask for YOUR help as I labored through this planning. Helping EACH OTHER up the hill is the plan. Showing you my own weaknesses as I help others with theirs is part of the method and I am grateful.

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My issue to go into. It started out as something fun and light hearted I could do while I was recovering from surgery. I was sending them out to friends until I was challenged to deeper, to really look at what we’re putting out there-the messages we are sending to each other, the hurtful images and unrealistic goals we still put on ourselves and other women.

I’ll be sending these postcards out and will track them on social media with the hashtag #herartforgood. If you would like one or know of a place where one would make an impact, please let me know!

Art is what our feelings look like

I seem to be in a mood. I’ve been working on this piece and I’m torn about the best way to make the mold for it. And I did 3 materials tests before I got what I wanted.

TrungArt is hard.

It’s work. It’s time consuming. It’s exhausting. It’s not ‘what I do’ as much ‘who I am’ but if you know me, you know I do not mean that in the glitter covered, non-personal responsibility way it could be interpreted.

Truthfully, if I didn’t have my art I wouldn’t be a very good person. And it would SUCK to know me.

When I see artisans or small businesses post the treacle of ‘when you buy small you’re paying a a little girl to get dance lessons’, I shudder. Guess what-when you buy big you’re paying for that too, maybe you just don’t get to look the specific kid in the eye. SOMEBODY is benefitting from commerce no matter what.

When  you tell me or another artist that our work is ‘too much’ or ‘ I can find that on Pinterest and do it’, I used to get so mad I’ve cracked teeth. But I don’t anymore. You can’t fix stupid. And that is exactly what that mentality is. Stupid.

When you buy a hand crafted work of ANY sort, wanna know what you are really paying for? Years of education. Internships. Shitty jobs so to buy art supplies. Years of living on Jolt Cola and Snickers bars to make deadlines. Learning how to paint with both hands. Burns from a torch. Cuts from machinery. Years taken off a life from lack of sleep because the project JUST WON’T FUCKING TURN OUT THE WAY I WANT IT. Lonliness. No one awake at 2 am when something goes wrong. No one awake at 2 am to celebrate when something goes right. Trial and error. Learning curves. Arthritis. Missed school recitals. Marketing plans we have no business writing on our own. Learning Quick Books and Excel. Legal Fees. Exposing yourself openly on social media. Therapy. A spouse’s forgiveness. Unwalked dogs. Being able to let go of something you created and hope that someone will treat it as lovingly as you did.

In other words. A life. An artist is allowing you-asking you to share a moment with them-to share a feeling. ALL the feelings and work and ups and downs it took  to complete that piece. And they want to share it with YOU. Hope that you get as much from it as they did.

So if that all seems a little weighty to consider every time you look to buy some hand made earrings, or clothing or a painting or resin collectable-it is. And both you and the artist deserve the consideration.