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Grace Mead

Quarantine Thoughts- 2020

Artist Statement (abbreviated)

 From everywhere I go, or different situations I come across, I develop a distinct feeling. My inner reactions seem to transcend a single word or easy description, instead, they morph into an essence. Thus the only way I know how to qualify my experience is through science and art. I approach the world from a place of curiosity and injury, I answer with creativity. 


I start usually with a gauche painted centerpiece and then fan outwards to develop the desired essence. I paint stars, the world sketching in black gouache forever, leaves with steady green layers. Scraps of paper, string, photographs, and symbolic figures clog my canvas in a declaration of care for the world. 


Our canvas of wonderment is not void of human suffering. Although my pieces may have an underlying message of pain and struggle, I aim for my compositions to be resilient. This is what art means to me- a place to transform my hurt nto something beautiful, something which belongs in this world.

When I create, I make a mess. In the art studio my papers and paints used to sprawl halfway across the table, and my cubby overflowed with string and scraps. Now in quarantine, stacks of books reduce my workplace to a small cream square. I’ve ordered gesso board and modge podge, emulating my starry faced girls, collages of backyard photos, and dreamlike phrases. My creations are similar to before, just with an apocalyptic edge and more digital art.

The difference remains the feeling around me. My creations this year have been born from the background noise of the people I love. Sketching and sowing, dancing and chatting together. Smitty and William fighting routinely. The half-baked glow of the art studio in the early afternoon, trees rustling up small patches of sun and shade. The dish of soap next to the sink

Thank you Advanced Studio Art '19-20!  

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