Shellacked: Exploring perfectionism through art

Shellacked: Exploring perfectionism through art

For years now, I have wanted to paint myself climbing out of a giant bottle of red nail polish. The idea first came to me months after I started therapy. I woke up one morning and suddenly envisioned a painting where I was covered in nail polish. It spoke to the perfectionist in me - a glossy red, sexy exterior that could hide all of my flaws and imperfections from sight. However, there is also a danger inherent to that kind of beauty. While a glossy coating may be alluring, it is also toxic, unsustainable, and fragile. I also thought of how a perfecting enamel could function as an armor to hide a woman’s vulnerabilities and individuality, amalgamating her with other women while simultaneously creating yet another unrealistic beauty standard.

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A change in plans

A change in plans

Where do I want to go with my life? 

That is one big, scary question. 

It entered my mind almost two weeks ago, and came as a complete surprise.  I thought I had my life planned out, at least my immediate future – live in Toronto, get a job, and make art in my spare time.   

But I must admit, I did not craft my plan carefully.  I essentially threw it together in response to a couple of big changes in my life.  Let me explain.

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