This article originally appeared in the Watercolor Honor Society’s Spring 2023 newsletter.
Menomorphosis: X-Woman
Some established artists own certain subjects I wouldn’t dare touch (light bulbs or fruit on quilts, anyone?). Years ago I painted marbles, which I thought were basic enough to be fair game, and another artist who had painted them once or twice messaged me with an incredulous “Marbles? Really?” At the same time, I’ve seen people paint subjects that are eerily similar to my own, and I have had the same reaction.
I felt pressured to stake my claim on a still life idea before anyone else landed on it, and when I saw groundbreaking ideas by my contemporaries, I kicked myself for not thinking of them first. Painting started to seem like a race, and my work became unnecessarily complicated, sterile, and academic.
I’m ultimately more drawn to paintings that tell a story beyond “pretty things are pretty.” And in most cases they involve people, which I find more satisfying to paint than still life. When the isolation of the pandemic hit, I began looking inward, and ultimately this led to what I consider to be the best watercolor idea I’ve ever had.
The nice thing about self portraits is the absolute guarantee that no one else is painting what you are. When I turned fifty, perimenopause and its troubling symptoms began knocking on my door, and I wanted to capture myself during this transitional period. But I was becoming bored with my pale face and dark hair.
Larry Mullen Jr Drumming
As I mentioned earlier, I run a U2 website where I write about and create illustrations of the band. I enjoy painting them in concert situations because their lighting can be extremely colorful, and in recent years I’ve given those four aging white guys red, blue, yellow, magenta, and even green skin. I wanted to try to paint myself in such a way, but I didn’t know how I’d do that beyond investing in some party bulbs.
Then one night I was watching a documentary about the Velvet Underground (another band I love), specifically the part where Andy Warhol projected images onto them as they performed. And that’s when the idea hit me: I could project colors and images onto myself.
But what images would convey menopause? I began to collect photos of things like dry, cracked earth, but they were kind of one-note when I did a trial run with the projector.
I searched for more dynamic imagery such as explosions.The most beautiful explosions I’ve ever seen in photos are nebulas. Some nebulas are dying stars—which is how many people view women my age. Nebulas come in colors more varied and complex than anything U2 could ever devise. I like to paint things that are daunting, and nebulas projected onto my face and body certainly clicked that box.
Working on this series was so fulfilling, and I quickly realized that I’d have trouble returning to regular skin tones. So I’ve continued to use projections in my paintings, and recent ones have incorporated cracked mirrors and, with this one, stained glass. Competition jurors seem to either love or hate this work, and while it’s not as accessible or commercial as, say, a classical still life with a dark background, I know for certain that this one is mine.