Christina Mazzalupo
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At the expense of my own discomfort, my work provides consolation to
its viewers. I define, reconcile with, and exploit the misfortune and
redundancy inherent in everyday life.

There are an inordinate number of pictures that materialize in my mind
day after day, some of which are too intangible to make concrete with
line and color. Because of this, I view life as an oil slick. It
gleams, stains, and threatens, while sheathed in a graceful, fluid
movement. Here dwells my compulsion. I believe perception to be a
desperate pursuit of understanding.