|Piante Gallery Exhibition, 2009
|These paintings were made for an exhibition at Piante Gallery in Eureka California, in the spring of 2009.|
In the house we lived in from the time I was three years old until I was nine, we had a basement playroom. It was an “unfinished basement” with rough unattractive walls. My brother had his trains and comic book collection and I had my thirteen dolls in the crib my father made for me.
My mother attempted to upgrade the look of this space by pasting to the walls wallpaper samples that she got from Mr. Handleman, the house painter who lived next door. There were stripes and paisleys and plaids and lots and lots of flowers - big ones, little ones, buds, blossoms and leaves in all kinds of colors and patterns, impossible to coordinate into any sort of harmony.
It was the safest place in the world. Mama was upstairs doing something at the sink and Pop was in his shop in another part of the basement. The place smelled of the coal that went into the furnace and the sawdust my father made with his machines.
To this day I love to see wallpaper with flowers.