Annie Hémond Hotte
People are mirrors of their environments, interacting with the
past, present, and ideas of the future, right? What I mean is,
where, when, and how mainly define us, passing through us.
Therefore, I confound the space and subjects in my work;
the characters are not only placed inside a setup, they are the
stage themselves. These assemblage-people end up being a
joke emerging out of simplified symbols: tits = feminist; cigarette
= romantic painter; tongue = rejection, and so on. Sometimes
failing at what they’re attempting, as artifacts of lost cultures
and fragile ideologies they anticipate a possible defeat.
Okay, maybe my paintings are affected by a kind of new
“slapstickism,” in which the image questions the idea of
“painting” through an impression of itself as loose, nostalgic,
slightly modernist: the symbol of painting. Simplifying ideas to
form symbols is a contemporary routine these days; are emojis
the new hieroglyphs? Maybe we are involved in an era when
the idea of something is more important than the thing itself?
Well, I hope not!
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