Anne Austin Pearce
A deliberate visual collector of the anthropologically ordinary, I stare at people whenever and wherever possible. I gaze, thinking about their grandparents and great-grandparents, their genetic make up, why they have let the hair on their chin grow so long. I know they have felt pain, humor, and love. I know they have formed opinions. I want to understand and visually reflect upon these observations. We are animals. I believe the pantheon of gods agreed unanimously that inserting thought and language into an animal would be equally brutal and humorous. The dualities and contradictions of the human condition, primarily thought, pain and humor, are manifested in figurative drawings. The result of the collision of memory, genetics, and experience is seductively pigmented and grotesquely contorted human forms.