The early years of motherhood transformed and upended my artistic foundation of 30 years. My practice became abstract, pre-verbal and guttural; the studio became a post-grad kindergarten of frivolity, playfulness and joy. The measures and sequence of time appear and disappear. Structure of time becomes a squishy topology, never far from the leash of the linear. This is the kerfuffle of life.
This body of work (not all shown here) was on view at AS220 in Providence RI, 2016.