Woman: What does she want?  Does she exist? How does she exist?
 
The visual image of the Woman has been sculpted by conventional images of fantasy and desire.
 
Refusing to repeat cliched images of the Woman, I defamiliarize those images by passing the Woman through the Real.  I paint her entombed in transgressive spaces such as in the bathroom, on the gallows, at the scene of her murder and Inquisition, and in the Psychoanalytic Clinic.  She is on the couch, on the ground, near the toilet or hangs suspended. From the vanishing place of her beautiful image and in full view of the masculine gaze, she reflects back castration and death.

Painting her passage in the Real necessarily includs the ugly, the disfiguring, the strangulating and the hyperbolic, thus transgressing the defensive idealization of aesthetic coherence of mere surface beauty.  As Lacan would have it: Fantasy is always a defense. As Kant would have it: the Sublime challenge the simple homeostatic pleasures of the Beautful.
 
Paradoxically, at the edge of death and reification, Woman can become.