"I guess i am trying to replicate the bridge between enlightenment and disillusion with our physical self."
Overwhelming, chaotic, delicate, Whitehead paintings force the figures and the viewer to surrender to her canvas. In a striking twist, It’s the entire surface of her paintings that becomes a figure, and attempts to get free from figuration.
Facing a moving, fragmented composition, like drawn into a up beat jazz tune, our eyes are compelled to dance with the figures, within them, driven by the violent and yet tender strokes of Whitehead’s colors.
It’s love at play, joyful and confusing, the flesh struggling to escape its desire to embrace. The bodies are refracted, dispersed in a cubist fashion but they re yet tangible, present soulful. A passage has opened up for love and light to flow through a same prism.