Artists’ Statements (Not really, but almost)

“You still don’t know what it is, do you?”
“Yes I do! It’s a belly! I like bellies!”

“It was the clay! The clay made me do it! It took my hands and IT WOULDN’T LET ME STOP.”

“It’s an alien’s head!
…Or an onion.”

“The AnataGlobes?”
“Yup! You know: Anatomy. Globe. Anatomy-Globe. AnataGlobes…”
“You’re strange.”

“I’ve decided that I’m done with the AnataGlobes; they just wouldn’t be finished as a piece until they’re on display.”
“Good. After half a year I thought you’d never decide what to do with them.”
“Yeah, glad that’s over.  Or maybe it would be better if I tried to paint them-“
“THEY’RE DONE.”

“So, in your estimation, the only redeemable thing about this sorry excuse for a face is the big hole in the cheek that you think is a bullet wound.”
“Yeah, pretty much.”
“In that case, it isn’t a bullet wound.”

“And the theory holds true! Anything can be saved by a good paint job; anything at all.”
“Ah, but the opposite holds true as well; anything can ruined by the wrong paint job.”
“…Always the pessimist, aren’t you?”

“I swear this thing has facial cellulite.”
“Maybe, but the flowers sure are pretty.”

“It basically went, ‘Wait! Stop! Don’t look at that junk; look at these pieces, they have meaning!’
‘But these are so pretty…’”

“Oh wow, that’s awesome! The glaze is pealing like paper! How did you do that?”
“…Intentionally.”

“If you put a kiln bomb in there with my piece, god help me, I’LL EAT YOUR FACE.”

Jacqueline ('10)
May 2008