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My recent work (since mid-2018) explores solastalgia, the existential anxieties (grief) surrounding environmental collapse. I use the female body to subvert classical traditions of mythological nature deities in idyllic landscapes.
At the dawn of the Industrial Age, European academic painters populated Arcadian woodlands with nymphs from classical mythology, joyful nature deities in a pristine and bounteous world. My 21st Century dryads, however, inhabit a world of deforestation and species extinctions, toxic pollutants and climate disruption. They bear silent witness to the destructive collision of humanity and nature in the Age of the Anthropocene.
Here is my not-so-serious description of this painting:
Girls Night Out with the few remaining Dryads was no longer a festive occasion. In fact, everyone seemed exhausted. They mostly stood around complaining or crying, yearning for those care-free days when everything was connected in a magically self-renewing, abundant and balanced cycle.
“What a myth!”, they said ironically, but nobody laughed much anymore.
It was useless to curse the Industrial Revolution and the 7.7 billion humans.They were simply outnumbered.
“Requiem, dryads of the Anthropocene”, charcoal and acrylic paint on canvas, 7’0” x 7’0” (213 cm x 213 cm), 2018
💚have a non-toxic, sustainable and lovely weekend!💚 at New York