Project #1 Triptych Montage





Hooker

It seems like we waited years to be together.  I had moved into my first apartment after my grandfather had come over to determine that it was suitable.  I traveled to Costa Rica to do yoga in the jungle from 6am to 8pm for 18 straight days where I finally felt my heart chakra open.  It was amazing.  The journey had taken me 7 years, 9 countries and a string of romantic flings interrupted by that one tsunami of a relationship that undoubtedly cycled through without invitation.  And all the while, he was still there and I was still there and finally the time came for us to be there...at that first apartment.  It was red and hot pink and we made love all night.  We shared secrets and made love again.

I was sitting on my sofa when I received a text message from the landlord, who was a long time family friend, explaining to his assistant, who he thought he was texting but really he text me, that his "little hooker friend" (me) was moving out and into her second apartment and that the old lady downstairs should be happy to not hear me "hookin" anymore!  What the %&$@?! 

The melodrama of this appalling incident landed like front page news on the cell phones of my dearest friends and of him, my partner in crime. Digital impulses pulsating like the blood through my veins.  Me, private and intimate, turned into that, public and baffled.  Could it be more fitting that in this so called private apartment, during the most private of moments, an old lady peers in like a pop up message while scanning through pictures online? I find myself feeling diluted and paranoid sensing Big Brother, or rather Old Lady, watching my every step.

In creating the artwork Hooker the delicate balance and imbalances of life are compared and exemplified.  Popular symbology is manipulated through association of sexuality and profanity.  The undertone of something sacred hints at the demoralizing actions of gossip and judgment while the admitted hypocrisy of backlash is made known.  Digital imagery is the ideal medium to further create a lack of personal identity in a desensitized reality while the triptych suggests the different emotional stages of the incident. Like in the song he played on my stereo, fare is what you pay to get on a train and maybe to her I am just a frivolous blonde Barbie doll.