I watched the high stained glass windows of the Catholic churches my father brought me to as a child. Other times I felt surrounded by mass produced stained glass bar lamps and floral window decorations. Can those paltry bourgeois ornaments be infused with untouchable divine light? The maneuver takes hubris, yet opens a doorway to the subversion of gross spiritual and social hierarchies implied by both Medieval church art and Art Deco design. As is usual, base impoverished materials and chaotic improvisational movements help me scrape through the occult mud of self, childhood, trauma and death.
SS#; acid etched glass; 55" x 30"; 2016. (Post Virtual exhibition at Prince Gallery, Petaluma, Ca.)