Chambers

Chambers started with a simple black squiggle—no plan, no outline, no sketch—as most of my pieces do. Vibrant red quickly filled up the canvas. Her lines thickened and she filled the space with her bright presence. This red, so prominent and outspoken, says, here I am!  Her shapes lent themselves to many patterns, not only filling the space where she resides, but also giving her life—pumping through every line, every shape, and fluid. When I'm almost finished with a piece, I like to prop it up somewhere and stare at it from time to time, analyzing every single nook and cranny for the best possible embellishment, mistakes that might need correcting, and the ever elusive is it finished? moment. Chambers looks like her own world, wild and full and crazy inside, yet still trapped behind that semitransparent net of protection. She wants to share herself with the world and also knows she needs to stay confined within the limits of the fragile mesh. We are on the outside, looking through that thin veil, privy to a world of which we can only dream. She takes us to a fantastical universe where dots and lines and waves and patterns produce a place so special. To witness her genius is to see the tiny, intricate, abundant details within.