Triboluminescence is the creation of light through the breaking of bonds. There’s pulling, ripping, scratching, crushing, abrasion - and finally, radiance. When a diamond is cut it f luoresces blue or red, not unlike how a person could be described. He is feeling blue, or she is red with anger. In people, in objects, solid states are disrupted. These rips are the the road to a blinding denouement.
This friction is what I capture in intricately thin silhouettes - bodies and scener y made of light. The men have suffered, and will suffer. The women are conniving and manipulative, naturally. Their tears are phony and their heels are high. I am bringing to light, literally, their wicked ways. They are fier y, guileful, calculating, crazy...or is it just that their brightness is harder to shield? Others are rotten, are double crossers, and they are somehow forgotten. But when a woman produces sharpness it’s as if she yields a deep eternal cut. So why not capture that wound
in light? I illustrate the moment when you realize you’ve followed her down the wrong road, right before the crash. You’re going to call them all crazy bitches anyway, so why not light them that way?