Fabricated

Fabricated

Paintings

2026

I found old slides of my family. What struck me as interesting is that I knew the stories and experiences because they were told to me by relatives, but these photos were not my own memories. They were not my life but still a part of my story. Found photos that were buried deep into my own consciousness led to a new body of paintings. The series is called Fabricated.  I print the found image on silk, and then embed the image into the canvas. The paintings are in some instances heavy with paint and lots of sanding and scraping. Each layer covers the layer underneath, leaving small remnants of the layer beneath. The photos are barely visible. I consciously think about a type of fabric that I do remember: my dad's hunting jacket, a blanket my sister and I shared in the car, my grandmother's tablecloth, my holly hobby dress,  to cloak or drape the photo and my marks. Each memory of fabric covers ( in an attempt to rid) and comforts ( in an attempt to honor) the layers below. Sometimes I just paint the memory of the fabric. My favorite three I called TeaTime and it is a memory of Doug’s armchair from our college house called Tikiland. The word fabricated is a good name I think because it is literally about fabric and the comfort we find but also the underlying structure of my own story.