30+ years of paintings, talked about one painting at a time: what went into the paintings, what I was trying to say, what was happening at the time of my life that I made the paintings. The paintings themselves are narrative, and this adds a little more to the story that they tell.
Wednesday, May 2, 2012
Deer Falling 1995
One of my earliest memories is of being in Hyde Park outside of Santa Fe, having a picnic with my parents and my brother. At some point during the picnic, a doe approached us, and we were able to feed and then to pet her. My memory is clear around the image of the deer and I how excited I was to be with this large and beautiful animal. As I continued to pet the doe , I found myself underneath her, stroking her soft belly. This must have frightened her and she jumped away, tangling me up in her long legs as she bolted. I went from pure little girl delight to pure little girl terror when I felt the hooves trample, then push off of me. I wasn't hurt, although I know I cried for a long, long time.