I am starting with the assumption that something is wrong. With the culture, the country, the neighbors, or maybe just with me. The familiar facade is unreliable. I am concentrating on detail and specificity in order to draw the viewer’s response into a complex set of associations that probes beneath the burnished surface to discover fragments of an elusive narrative. This narrative speaks about the dissatisfactions that run as a current through the American dream: the unattended desires and crossed wires, the isolation at the heart of the illusion of belonging. I am trying to identify this predicament and convey some kind of understanding, which cannot be obtained through the consultation of pharmaceuticals, manuals, maps or technology. I am examining my own postage stamp of reality in order to relay something about the state of a contemporary American Female.
- Margaret Reid Boyer