Artist Statement
\n"I have decided to love my stomach.
\nThe round curvaceous mound that I have carried with me .
\nAs she gained inches through life\, I chose to compress her unde r Spanx that were sizes too small. Form contouring tights hid under loose fitting jeans\, leaving only gaps for breathe.
\nI am curious if she was telling me to take up space.
\nIf my expanding waistline was ye lling at me to grab at more area on this earth. To stretch the skin around me and claim for myself this slightly larger circumference of life.
\nI declare that my fat cells are my heroes.
\nThe only ones in my body who owned up to the audacity of growth.
\nOn days that I felt w arms streams of tears crashing down red laced cheeks\, it was my stomach w ho dared to push out. She heaved at skin and made tapestry of gashes where resistance was met.
\nI used to meet these gashes with superfluous amounts of coco butter and overpriced skin serums. Slathering my body so h eavily that as I crawled in bed at night\, I could simultaneously butter m y sheets. Though these processes never once helped the state of my skin\, that was not the matter. To me\, it was the ritual of the creams\, and the acknowledgment that I was vehemently in opposition to this appearance. I was the enemy of my body\, and by what I have learned\, I am only to assum e this is the goal.
\nThe goal that is\,
\nto be standing atop a scale\, face like a cherry tomato\, eyes\, avoiding the enticement of r elief that the nearby toilet could offer. I counted calories and jotted do wn numbers in biblical importance. The goal\, to stash half of my dinner u nder napkins\, vigorously do jumping jacks behind bedroom door sanctuary. Guzzle water till stomach cramps made triumph to hunger pangs. My reality had turned into a lifestyle dominated by bodily brutality taking guise as health.
\nI cried once when I ate a chocolate bar.
\nI now see my stomach folds as skin reaching to lay soft kisses atop itself. My weig ht is my body holding me down to the earth\, in an attempt to remind me th at I am here.
\nMy stomach is a formidable presence of self-care."\n
\nArtist' s Bio:
\nBea Hurd is a Salt Lake City based artist w ho studied Sculpture Intermedia at the University of Utah. After college\, she went on to teach art at West Jordan High School\, where she currently teaches. After realizing her devotion to materially based sculpture\, Bea uses her practice as a way to meditate on what has her mind at any given moment.
\nCycling in and out of &ldquo\;material romances&rdquo\;\;
Bea seeks materials to form relationships with and allow them to persuade
her direction. As if it were the tango\, a push and pull between her needs
and that of the material is established. Often her work feels like being
a contemporary anthropologist. When she wants to know about herself and th
e community\, Bea looks at the materials frequently purchased\, endorsed\,
and interacted with. Bea is most attracted to mass-produced consumer good
s\, finding that what we endlessly reproduce radiates the aura of the make
rs and consumers. She finds the most history in products of daily use. Tho
se that are used\, consumed\, and disposed of read like newspaper of who b
rings such materials into and out of existence so quickly. When searching
for explorations\, Bea probes supermarkets and gas stations\, thrift store
s\, and her kitchen\, pining for materials she wants to understand differe
ntly. Knowing that a material intriguing enough to enchant her for months
possesses within it a body of work.
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