Launa D. Romoff

At times I feel bound by my everyday responsibilities. When those feelings (which I have imposed on myself) come up, I turn to my art. Able to express them, release them and exorcise them, I have learned to embrace boundaries. It is by setting boundaries that I have freed myself.

Nicole Rubio

I grew up in a dysfunctional family where truth was denied. I had to find a way to express my real thoughts somehow. My grandmother, who lived with us, made wedding gowns for a living and I played with her scrap bag as a little girl. I was intrigued by the poufs of satin and silk. In my drawings, the folds in the fabrics of the skirt’s bustle are a metaphor for the flaps and crevices of my psychological landscape, which reveal and conceal.

Katie Samuelson

My Lists. Reclaimed windows, metal pulleys and paper. 26.5 x 32 x 3.5 inches. 2012

My lists have been written and collected over the past year, and reflect tasks to do, groceries to buy, and more. There’s the ‘today’ list and the ‘sometime soon’ list. Am I bound by my lists? Can I see past the lists to see what is important and what can wait for another day’s list? My lists have been applied to reclaimed windows, representing architectural boundaries. The lists are layered, torn, wrinkled, as they obscure some but not all of the view through. I am reminded that my lists are arbitrary boundaries.