New Collection: Coming Soon
NEW Collection
Inspired by my 2020 poem, My Rage is Like a Flower Garden.
There is a new body of work in development in the studio that I am really excited to share about.
This collection is inspired by my poem, My Rage is Like a Flower Garden”, and the painting I created of the same title back in 2020 as part of my There are No Bad Emotions collection. Read on to read the poem!
When I was creating the There are No Bad Emotions collection, My Rage is Like a Flower Garden was the second painting to come in the collection. I can remember the day that I was creating it in my studio/living room. The walls of my house were shaking while I was rage-painting. The poem of the same title that accompanied the painting was written during the painting process. I would paint, then stop to write, then paint more, then write more, and back and forth I went.
In my mind I had the image of a wild, overgrown rose garden that was full of tangled vines of thorns and the idea that even something as delicate as a rose is capable of drawing blood.
As I continue to develop my voice and vision as an artist, and mature into my rage, this is an image that continues to stick with me - which is why I have wanted to revisit this poem and the concept.
This new collection of work features all large-body paintings done in vibrant, floral, and feminine colors, but with violent and rage-filled intensity of a caged animal.
While I would love to release this collection in the spring, and I might still, I already have a desire to sit with the paintings that have come forward longer and enjoy their presence in my home.
So, for now, I will leave you with my original poem!
“My Rage is Like a Flower Garden”
My rage is like a flower garden
That is generous in its blooms.
It is hot and sticky like blood and summer-
But in the south where it tends to linger.
My rage is like a flower garden
Tangled with knots of vines-
The start of one and the end of another-
Just webs of stories woven together.
My rage is like a flower garden
Full of thorns like teeth,
That bite, and tear, and leave their marks,
Protecting the roots that are buried deep.
My rage is like a flower garden
Smoking with steam from a heavy rain.
So much so, it makes it hard to swallow,
So I carry it in my mouth-
Boiling,
Shaking,
And spilling it as I go.
If you want to stay up to date on the progress of this collection and be part of the private viewing when it happens, you can join the Collectors Club here!