About my Work.

“What could be easier than to write articles and buy Persian cats with the profits? But wait a moment. Articles have to be about something. Mine, I seem to remember, was about a novel by a famous man. And while I was writing this review, I discovered that if I were going to review books I should need to do battle with a certain phantom. And the phantom was a woman, and when I came to know her better I called her after the heroine of a famous poem, The Angel in the House. It was she who used to come between me and my papers when I was writing my reviews. It was she who bothered me and wasted my time and so tormented me that at last I killed her… The angel was dead; what then remained? You may say that what remained was a simple and common object— a young woman in a bedroom with an ink pot. In other words, now that she had rid herself of falsehood, that young women had only to be herself. Ah, but what is “herself”? I mean, what is a woman? I assure you I do not know. I do not believe that you know. I do not believe that anybody can know until she has expressed herself in all the arts and professions open to human skill.” 

— Professions for Women by Virginia Woolf

Delicate, Sweet, Decadent, Moist; the perfect cake or the perfect woman? Through a series of portraits, of both present and past selves, I reflect the awkward transition from girlhood to womanhood, or perhaps the discovery that one must not go for the other to exist. As children, we are not truly aware of a lot the world shows us. We are barely even aware of ourselves and the space we take up. Cakes and sweets are a good representation of that unawareness. This immense desire to wrap our fingers around anything with a high amount of sugar, and allowing it to enter our bodies, unaware of its repercussions, simply desiring the sweetness and taking it for ourselves. Through addressing the observer, the viewer, I allow the young woman in my paintings to expose those ideals and take them for herself. This is my cake, and I will indulge in it as much as I would like, without your limitations, without your company or your direction. I am evolving into a woman, my body is altering, my face is maturing, my eyes are sharper, no longer floating around the room, never being but becoming.