I am a visual artist working in collage, assemblage sculpture and altered books. My practice explores identity, memory and the history of the African diaspora. Vintage and contemporary images collide to convey how the past informs the present.


This one is all about keeping it simple.
If you're new to le blog, let me tell you that I try to make a piece of art for The Husband for our anniversary each year. This time around, I wanted to make this year's piece relatively quickly. Last year's was great fun to make, but it was quite labor- and idea-intensive. And for our three-year anniversary, I had to put off making the art until Father's Day.

But I didn't want to delay again. And now that I have Kids instead of A Kid, who knows how long it would take to finish. Even though we're pretty much settled into a routine with TwoBoo, he's still 4.5 months old. You never know when he'll decide he wants to hang out and socialize instead of sleep.

So I decided to go monochromatic. One color, varied textures. That way, I narrow down the possibilities in a creative way and maximize the time I have to actually put the piece together.

As background, I used this white paper with twig inclusions I'd bought years ago (when I first discovered my paper jones). I also found a lotería card, which could be toned down with a scrap of cream lace paper.

Then I flipped the orientation of a childhood picture of The Husband, in Photoshop, so the transferred image would face the right way. (Remember, kids, if you're going to do a transfer, your images are going to be mirror images of the original.)
I layered a picture of The Boy and me on top of the larger picture. Both images are transferred onto watercolor paper which has just enough texture to make it interesting. I just used a regular old (acid-free) glue stick to adhere everything. It's drier than glue or matte medium, and would not make the lace paper disappear on the lotería card.
Finally, I pinned the piece into a shadow box. It's a much better composition than the first shadowbox I did for The Husband -- that one I kinda threw in everything but the kitchen sink.

But where's TwoBoo? I know, I know. But I couldn't really figure a way to incorporate his image into the piece without it looking shoe-horned in. TwoBoo is in there -- I'm five months pregnant in this picture. You just can't see it because The Boy is sitting in my rapidly-shrinking lap.

Recurring artistic choices: transfers, textured & lace paper, bright colors muted (by layering).

Baby construction

That's just weird.