Sandy Winters
  I have always been fascinated with the myth of Dionysus as a metaphor for the creative process. It displays life as an indefatigable and overwhelming force, perpetually giving birth to and at the same time overcoming the human world of order, contrivance, and fantasy. On the one hand my work has been about procreation, growth, and then annihilation; on the other hand (and increasingly in the recent years) it has been about the redeeming surface play of meaning as well as the incredible whimsy that this perpetual coming-to-be and passing away makes possible. I depict an environment of largely abstracted organic and mechanical forms, which, if I have succeeded, are forbidding and yet playful, inexplicable and yet evocative, indeterminate and yet on a subliminal level intimately familiar.