Sue Adams

My life has always been fragmented, touched by death and illness, in the latter not of my own, but those closest to me. As long as I can remember, the need to create a space and reality of my own, totally separate from the existing world, has been an overwhelming necessity. It is in fact the only place that I feel I truly exist. The paradox of the human condition still manages to diffuse itself into my mind and ultimately into my work, but somehow the frenzied act of creation, both the sublime and the chaotic become one and perhaps even more importantly, they become mine.