As I grew older, I slowly began to drift down the hill from my school to St. Pauls, and as a creative person, it sparked my neurons. Houses were painted brighter colours, music was played louder, food smelt and tasted better, people laughed a lot and partied. It was a hell of an awakening.
Paintings have begun making friends in their new clothes.
I recently wrote a piece on LinkedIn about PTSD, which might go some way to explain why I am dedicating my time to defacing every painting I have made since I left Iraq (see my cover up blog too). In the meantime. Here are a couple more!
In Diplomat Magazine, May 2018
I’m delighted to announce my collaboration with Lift Art Gallery. Enjoy the virtual tour of my exhibition! http://www.exhibitionatlift.com/caroline-jaine/
It is inevitable then, that my art has to be about power, danger and survival.
As hoards of think-tankers, journalists and academics rush to pour out their complex opinions on the Charlie Hebdo murders, as an artist, I pause to consider why I might be Charlie.