Vicky Gone Wild In Her Studio With Her Creatures

This is just too good to be true.

I am in my own space,( shares the space with an American guy whom last name means trees and peninsula.)I got into the Advanced Painting Studio class. About twenty two people sharing a huge studio. The studio divides into twenty something spaces. We meet three times a week, three different professors come to your space and talk to you about your works. Isn't that nice?

About my creatures. They are humans, flower kind insects, giant masks, animals, me, and all the living things. They start to grow, bigger and bigger, the creatures of my fantasies of my own island.

They are swamped in the humid air, they are moving slowly but aggressive. Poisoned, active, they look clumsy, colorful, cute, strange, but dangerous.

Why? For the first time I really think there is no why anymore. They are all my babies, my creatures. Ugly beautiful.

Otto Dix, James Ensor, James Jean, Marline Dumas, Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec.

They asked who do I look at? Artists?
I gave them these names.
Actually,
I haven't looked at their works until someone told me him told me her told me that, because, my works remind them of the arts from those artists.

Where do all my creatures come from?
They are from my dreams, from the real world and the world from the little box in the living room.

I am a mixed up person.