This is what comes up when you google image search my name. This painting was made during my final year at Emily Carr during which time I became fixated on my 8 year old self. The grounding point for this fixation came from THE artifact of my youth, my most prized possession, my sticker album.
Within the cellophane pages are locked miniature triggers of a time when my cares were few and my time was spent ogling shiny things (anything changed?). The best stickers of all time, any girl will tell you, were and will remain, the LISA FRANK stickers of the late 80s/early 90s.
Its still amazing to me that so much epic graphic design/rainbow barf can be crammed into every square inch.
There is a lot to say to bring you up to speed with where I am at conceptually regarding this subject... observe:
In September 2009 - I had a painting show at blim that I called Lisa Frank. This is the artist statement:
(I think I was being defiant about writing a real artist statement/ it didn't matter because blim wasn't really a real gallery but more like where I worked/ I may have issues with taking myself seriously).
Lisa Frank continues to lurk in my subconscious and every time I think maybe I might be maturing into an adult/professional artist I just end up making a black light painting and subsequently fall deeper into a never ending chain of hippie/raver cliches.
Next up: 3d dream catchers, smoking DMT and matching happy face/ peace sign socks with tie dye t shirt over tie dye leggings.