WHERE DRAPES MEET CARPET is a series of self-portraits and still lifes which question gender stereotypes within a constructed allusion of domestic space. Utilizing both the self-portrait and the still life, this body of work engages in conversations of representation and agency, as well as a historical absence of the two.

 

WHERE DRAPES MEET CARPET is an anxiety of the feminine ideal and the complicated relationship between female bodies and domestic space. The domestic presents as a perfectly manicured, hyper-idealistic representation of home space, consumed by the rashy skin of a leather couch and the endless screaming of floral patterns. The carpet is a disorienting swath of caution orange and the drapes are a hurricane, sweeping from ceiling to floor – decapitation to the subject. The figure often renders as two-dimensional as a paper doll, while the diptych stretches and distorts the body beyond real dimensions. The housewife sets the table – a still life dinner party of rhinestone fruit. Fragmented pieces of body lie strewn about the table, contorting the body and questioning the equivalence of its parts. Am I no more than the mythical pomegranate of fertility? Is the flesh of my skin that of the rotten pear?