Maria Teicher

Transfer VIII
Deconstructed Polaroid, gouache, and charcoal on paper mounted to aluminum

This series of images with Lucian, in both paint and photo, was created to talk about how he holds space for his parents (conscious or not)… as a first child. The chrysanthemums are his Brother’s birth flower.

I want to write about my failures.
I want to share small unfashionable glimpses into my studio practice.
I want to discuss the affects of my last baby’s third birthday on my heart and my work.
I want a safe non-judgmental home for my tastes and distastes.
I want messy.
I want long form discussions on palettes, brushes, and mediums.
I want to recommend the books I’m reading - most of them at least.
I want to rip my process apart and share it.
I want comfort in expression.
I want freedom from an algorithm.
I want to teach again - but on my own terms.
I want a space rid of billionaires stealing my hard work and self expression for a machine’s creativity.

If you’d like a seat at my monthly coffee-shop kinda talk… I’ve begun a monthly newsletter. You know where the 🔗 is. I’d love for you to join… not just to read but to engage and connect.

See you in your inbox on Thursday.

If youve ever been in a place of fog or hardship or depression… and yet found beauty, reflection, hope, and color in that dark space… these new pieces are that.

My petal works are for remembrance. They’re to honor the deeply poetic during the difficult. They’re to honor the color that kept you pushing forward.

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This piece (not yet varnished or in her finished glory) will be at next month for Small Wonders.