I haven't answered him, yet. I think I'll head back and tell him he's full of shit and quit playing with my art strings. On the close of it all, I will try to make it through this slate wiped cleaned as I try to put words to it. schpeeling out the artists statement is not what I think I mean. Honestly I feel I might have moved away from commit my psychology to image. Most of the Art Brut artists take that tack. Who am I to deviate? I'll ask myself away from a commitment to abstraction or a mark on page to word, what is my art all about? Right now all I hear and see to some degree is a profound whine and lodging of complaints in imagery. When I get back to issues of black female social psychology and graces, I might resolve my youth and see how I've grown. Anger elucidated in complex patterns and handmade mark. Where am I now? Still fighting for an identity I source as genuine and and honest. In hindsight? I've left the political that was in the formative years and gone strictly for design and spirit. Thinking this through, >impregnated pause<, will move me to another level of understanding. A more resilient metaphor and tactical sound approach.
Thinking between quilts.
As ever, stay hungry and curious.