A voodoo queen stares out from behind ceremonial face paint, clutching marigolds while a black cat lurks nearby. The acrylic paint was watered down until it barely wanted to cooperate—somewhere between watercolor and a mistake. The whole thing lives in a weathered wood frame I decorated with skulls, fake flowers, and whatever else I could find. It's part painting, part shrine, part "I had a lot of time on my hands."
“2020 hit and suddenly I had nowhere to be. I hadn't painted in years, but staring at the walls got old fast. So I dug through the house, found some acrylics, thinned them down with water, and started painting. This was the result—a nod to the voodoo queens of New Orleans, who I've always found fascinating. There's something about their history that pulls at me. I built the frame from scraps and decorated it with things I had lying around. Not bad for a pandemic project and my first painting in way too long.”
