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Nature,
especially
the body,
seems to
be my
deepest
source of
inspiration.
I merge so
much with
the
figure,
that I
lose my
own
identity,
there is
no sense
of
dislocation.
The figure
has its
own
compulsions,
its own
constructions,
its own
contradictions.
As soon as
it enters
the realm
of art,
the realm
of art has
its own
logic, its
own
expansions
and its
own
constraints.
Essentially,
I cannot
escape my
anatomy, a
destructive
force in
my being.
I feel it
every
moment. My
anatomy
has been
violent to
me, but in
art,
violence
has a
beauty.
Death has
a beauty.
Death has
a haunting
element
within it.
With time
running,
creating
art
behaves
like a
spur in my
body,
tempting
me to
evolve in
the time
span I
have left,
if
possible.
Lisa
Gray |
