A scattered soul

Attempting to construct prartlove’s life from her work is like walking into a well-planned project of a palace that went into ruins in unexpected places. There are several well painted signboards, the marble is of the finest work, the bannisters, the lights - the plan is evident, until; you walk into a floor and have no idea why it’s brazen, you see an exquisite chandelier; but it’s just there, in shambles.

Little is known about her personal life, that which archives can inform. Screen videos from that time don't seem to convey too much variety in lives. A happy family, a settled job, a good mix of hobbies - on the surface most hidden authors seem to exhibit the same from that time period. Using digital platforms boomed in this time and content flourished. All surviving scraps of her voice ring the loudest during the peak of the models age. Which isn't to say otherwise it isn't. But when stretching her work across a time map seems to give in that she had explosions of creative outbursts. But in the absence of a channel.

Broad themes from her visual art match step with her words of grand ideas of love, friendship, family, kindness,.. but never quite escaping the popular vote. A poem that pierces your heart, until you see the line where she couldn’t honor it all the way through. There is a worrying quality between all her work which one put a finger at. Almost as though, she was afraid of art escaping her mind.

Her works from when she was a child show depth of the human condition. A painting of someone from within a jail cell looking at the window, at 10 years old? Of mythological character moments one wouldn't commonly notice in artworks from that time. A faint beat strikes through time you witness them. Almost as though she is watching them with you. Is she?

Nah. It's too crazy to think that.

Her belongings echo this quality with her surviving items including her journals and an alarming number of pens. Most of her life has been spent recording it - sometimes in words, in poetry, in art. A fear of life escaping her, but not in the way usually people manifest it. Her story in archives are in step with what her art tells. Almost there...