Mikey Walsh has been one of my favorite artists for a long time. She gives honest and open interviews about how she ended up where she is: a professor at Louisianna State University and an active exhibitor of her work. Her work has a tinge of darkness, while still being playful and sweet, in it's own bizarre way.
I especially love her artist statement that I stumbled upon:
elegy n. pl (el.e.gy)
1.a mournful, melancholy or plaintive poem
2.poetry or a poem written in elegiac meter.
3.a sad or mournful musical composition
If you have eaten ice cream, marveled at a monkey, played with a doll, drawn a heart, or written a secret note on blue lined notebook paper, we have something in common, at least on the surface.
I think of my best work as creating an opening or clearing a path for what is heartfelt and poetic in the ordinary to come through. Yet, I know too that latent within the ordinary are bittersweet and paradoxical feelings that betray these simple sentiments. Sweetness and pleasure felt in seeing or recalling certain objects or experiences often intermingle with feelings of sadness, loss and regret.
I am compelled to make something that words can’t pin down- the paradox of a visual poem.