Louise Janet Schlachter
Houston, TX
Artist's Statement:
"The Spirit moves me to tell of forms metamorphosed into new bodies..."
-Publius Ovidius Naso
Making unseen subterranean archives spew Color Webs. Ambiguous Ovidian. Polyphonic Ovidian. The untouched psychological lake of the page is as critical as the shapes and forms of herself. Emotional re-marks swirl and twirl. The surrealists call my process automatic drawing. Small tight scribbles with subliminal sounds. Strokes. Strike. Stimulating. Irritating. Colored pencils glide: itch & scratch past years. Denial. Diagramming senses my own language jots and tittles. Max's wife Dorothea said "I sit and wait with spiders patience for winged bits of affection to crash into my web where I immediately swallow them always still hungry." Long curves streaming suggestions of waving arms. Now, hair flying in the warehouse whirled wind. Impulses. Persist in paradise. And hell. Instincts survive.
