One of the wisest and loveliest humans I know told me "everything in life is just a bubble. The good, the bad, the pain and the joy; All bubbles burst, buts that's okay, you just blow some more"*.
This collection of oil paintings represents me blowing some bubbles and reflecting on my last 6 months of 5 consecutive health issues that burst many of my happy bubbles.
Self-portraits make me uncomfortable – the painting of them is an allegory to the level of discomfort I have been in. The bubbles capture my reflection of the creatures I spied out of the corner of my eyes whilst heavily medicated. Painted within embroidery looms to serve as a gentle reminder of the ongoing debate of “art vs. craft” and the role of women within the art world and the medical world.
*This is the very simplified version but it’s been 20+ years since we sat on a step pondering the meaning of life, and simple now works for me.