The Monster Wasn’t Under My Bed, She Tucked Me In
Cement, pigment, 21 crushed trophies
I grew up in Simpsonville, South Carolina. During high school, I attended four years at the Fine Arts Center in Greenville, South Carolina. I am finishing my B.F.A in Art with a general studio concentration with emphases in jewelry/metals and sculpture at Winthrop University. I will graduate in May, 2016. Past traumas and nightmares drive my work, creating a venue for me to sort through experiences and heal. I dream of moving to Vermont to open my own studio in the lively city of Burlington.
My work has been a direct response to my healing and a tool for my recovery. Because of the abuse I suffered at the hands of my mother after my father disappeared, I have been diagnosed with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. I dissociate and have incredible nightmares and flashbacks of my childhood. My work is completely composed of documents and relics of my past; it is the physical and mental deconstruction and reconstruction of my memories as I have unveiled the truth. Throughout my on-going recovery, I am remembering details and memories I had forgotten, and I am reconnecting with the family from which my mother intentionally isolated me and forced me to fear. I have fabricated a fairy tale where I am the hero, a lamb whose mother is a wolf in sheep’s clothing. In the story, I realize that the flowers growing on my mother’s back flourish not because she is nurturing, but because she is rotting, and I am currently making works with these fairy tale characters to exaggerate my victory. Though mentally and emotionally exhausting, this work has forced me to mature and evolve, pushing through my mental illness and emerging a stronger person.