Susan's "subject matter, context and medium...present a coherent artistic vision"
John Torreano, Clinical Professor of Studio Art, NYU

"Great stuff. Love your work."
Seymour Chwast

Search This Blog

Thursday, August 25, 2016

The Man Under My Bed

The Man Under my Bed, acrylic on linen, 30 x 24 inchesXXXXXXXXXXX

MOST GOOD PAINTERS strive to create work that causes them and their viewers to experience a strong rush of emotion. Painting one of my childhood fears worked as such a catharsis for me.

As a child, I had a downright frightening imagination. The subject of the painting above, The Man Under My Bed, in fact lived (I believed at the time) under my bed. Despite all the pretty pink bedding and lacy pillows on the top of my bed, there was a threatening, dark, evil abyss beneath.  My own childhood yin and yang.

I firmly believed that if I were to get into my bed the normal way, i.e. walking up to it and climbing in, The Man underneath would reach out, grab me by my ankle and pull me under. I knew that if he caught me, I would have to live out the rest of my life under my bed with a monster
in that cramped, dark, coffin-shaped space.

Fortunately, I devised a way to insulate myself from that horrible fate.  It involved some acrobatics.  Much to my mother's amazement, every night I would stand a yard away from my bed and take a flying leap onto the bed to stay out of The Man's reach. I exited the bed in the same way, standing on the edge of the bed and jumping in one giant three-foot long leap over the danger zone.

When I started this painting, I didn't realize I was painting my old under-bed nemesis until I completed his face and he started smirking out at me from the painting. I had thwarted his kidnapping approach, so now he was trying to get me under the bed with what passed for him as come hither looks, wine from his brain and flowers. If I had started out painting a non-specific mythical half-man/half-beast with ram's horns, I ended up painting The Man Under my Bed.

Now that I am an adult (chronologically at least), I realize that The Man Under My Bed doesn't really exist– or at least he doesn't live under my bed. To the great relief of my husband, I can now enter and exit my bed by walking up to it and climbing under the covers. After painting the above, though, I am now concerned that The Man has simply relocated himself. I therefore exercise extreme caution when I walk past my flower beds.

Ever seen a gardener do flying leaps to enter and leave her garden?

CHEERS!





10 comments:

  1. Love, love, The Man Under My Bed...
    You are brilliant, your imagery always delights with your signature juicy morsels of discovery.

    ReplyDelete
  2. you have captured the wine beautifully

    ReplyDelete
  3. I have just been looking at some of your current work You are so talented! I love the stories go with the pictures too.

    ReplyDelete
  4. You are an amazing artist. I love your creativity and details of your artwork.

    ReplyDelete
  5. At the risk of over usage of a word... love, love all of it!
    Your art work is so perfect. Bravo!

    ReplyDelete
  6. Love looking at your art, Susan. You just keep getting better and better.

    ReplyDelete
  7. Congratulations..you're a very talented artist so I'm not surprised that you keep getting chosen to exhibit at all these galleries.
    A lot of us have had at one time or another "bad man under our beds", but haven't been able to put a face to him..you succeeded!

    ReplyDelete
  8. I especially love the words talking about your process,as well as your gorgeous exceptional and unique paintings. I remain your biggest fan!

    ReplyDelete