These are unfinished studio shots of the beginning of a series exploring the concept of secrets. They’re 30”x22”, Ink on paper.
I grew up in a family that kept secrets. They were bad but became a lot worse the longer they remained hidden. A dictionary definition of secrets is “information intentionally withheld”. The thing about secrets, and lies for that matter, is the covering up and compensating that follow, for who knows how long.
In these drawings I’m mimicking the twists and turns that life can take when a secret is part of the equation. I’m layering figures, objects, words, and other bits of life debris. The actual identities of the images lose significance as they become part of the larger concept. I see and experience these pieces as exercises in concealing and revealing.