Carmen Niichel
My work rejoices in doing violence to the mundane and to those things which are usually good, but sometimes seem tedious and restrictive: the various responsibilities and requirements of day-to-day life. It runs after pleasure and pleasure’s difficulties: the pain which can be pleasure’s effects or enhancers; the disasters of selfishness. There is a caution behind the pleasure. I explore what happens when you trade one set of restrictions (the outside world) for another (the inside world), perhaps not accepting that restrictions of one kind or another are inescapable. Thus my paintings are places which hint at the destruction underlying their construction. Space is accordion folded or flattened, patterns are distorted, forms are sliced and diced by bars and stripes, and real objects are reduced to symbols. Blood, dead animals (or parts of them), predators, prey, and gory eating all warn of the possible results of self indulgence and erasing inhibitions. The girls in the paintings could be animally innocent or calculatedly sadistic. Do they hunt and eat for the pleasure of satisfying hunger or the pleasure of cruelty? And what have they sacrificed, ignored, or forgotten for their pleasure?