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Advanced Studio Work – Fall 2014

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A misappropriated menagerie of items: a puppet, a porcelain doll, a sewing box, a brass bell, an iron parrot – remnants of my childhood where dysfunction is the family heirloom. These objects are combined with abstract elements, integrating still life and abstract expression, recreating childhood scenarios.

I work on both the abstract and the representational alternately in order to help them harmonize, to create a transition between these elements that is both convincing and dysfunctional. I invent still life environments on the canvas, emphasizing light and shadow, with disjointed plains, to foster feelings of dissociation. Abstracted items convey a lack of object constancy. Are these environments real? Are people or objects consistent, trustworthy, reliable? …Questions a small child ponders while learning to navigate in the world and realize their place within it.

These works encourage you to question the validity of your own perceptions, and also to reminisce. Whimsical clowns and a coquettish kewpie doll instill a sense of childish playfulness, asserting that there is still good among the wreckage.

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No4         You're gettin just like the rest of em - Kelly L Taylor copy

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My Thesis Work – Guilford College 2013-2014

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Miss Kitty and the Not So Cheerful Cherub - Kelly L. Taylor    The Nightmare - Kelly L Taylor     pinned moth - Kelly L Taylor

Luminous Pause - Kelly L Taylor        The Best of Intentions - Kelly L. Taylor

Conversations with Lilly - Kelly L Taylor               The Sad Comedy of Facade - Kelly L Taylor               The Brief Madness of Bliss - Kelly L Taylor

Conjuring the melancholy of past desires, embers long grown cold, abandoned objects ask me to paint them shadowed by the lives of the people who loved and left them. Embodying triumph and tragedy, the objects are all that’s left of those who have gone on. They haunt me, taunt me, remind me of what slipped through my hands by a rope thrown over a metal beam, pulled taut, constricting breath, a magnificent life no more. They are the last vestige of stories lost once voice is stilled. https://guilford.digication.com/kellytaylor/Thesis_Work/published