2oo8 rocked and rolled my little world and my family. Just after her sixteenth birthday in February, my daughter Lily was involved in a horrendous car accident from which she suffered terrible injuries. Her brother and I were devastated by the event. The three of us have always been very close, all the more since their father moved out. The following month, our home flooded, destroying the kids’ bedrooms. At the same time, an individual whom I had believed to be a spiritual woman and friend approached me to rent a space together that would house both her massage therapy and my art and tarot. After a few months, the loss several thousand dollars and some precious illusions, I was invited to leave, one of the reasons given; splattered paint. In my pain and defensiveness, I uttered, “I’m an artist; splatter happens.” And then, I drew the picture.
Other drawings followed, spawned from the challenging experiences of those months. The works have been therapy, literally, and have been therapeutic to those I’ve shared them with. Barely veiled references to Jung’s ‘shadow aspect’ and the phenomenon of projection, along with the esoteric chakras and auras are illustrated. Splatter Girl, as the character has come to be called, has taken on a life of her own, joining ranks with my other ids and alter egos; Fool and Rue.