In this era of hard lines, linear repetition without end, endless reams of mass produced automatons straight from the filtered imaginations of creative drones seeking perfection. This ideal that drains the life blood of humanity while illustrating the limits of technological possibilities; not all bodies are polished, pristine and perfect. Contours, gaps, crevices, and subtle tonalities make up for a far greater contribution to this mass of human design that can become rendered emotionless with the simple click of a
The dominant ‘media’ that penetrates and permeates everything we do does not remain without merit it simply becomes a matter of what must become generalized when the represented figure begins to emerge gasping for life. Every line, texture, rhythm or pulse that becomes excluded must rely on the skilful hand, this idea, at the very least represents complex rhythms of ‘unpredictability’ in art, because it resides in the individuality of the artist and not the filtered mathematical system produced by a program.
This humane quality, perhaps inherent within the totality of subjective behavior becomes the demarcation point with the human hand, stained with the unquenchable desire to transform all that becomes perceived within the mind, as it endlessly explores a world of forms. The human mind nurtures whereas the digital image assimilates without the essential emotion that always seems
to be lacking…love.
Every line, every curve, everything that contributes to the totality of representation from a loving and gentle ‘caress’ flows from the more than capable hands of Tina McKim. With every imagined stroke Ms. Mckim shares the vitality and passion her work embraces, but this essential characteristic represents just a beginning.
Ms. McKim easily shifts to other forms, subtle abstractions; less resolute images of the mind that poke, prod, and suggest a potential conclusion only our imagination(s) can resolve. Through this constant exploration captured by the irreplaceable tool of our yearning spirit, resolved within the mind and tempered by the muscular control of so much loving precision we create without ever knowing...