My father was a body-and-fender man and in the morning there'd be this crumpled, seeminly unrepairable car, and I'd come home and it would be ready to drive and candy apple red. I grew up with objects being changed in a short period of time. I like the feeling of being able to touch an object—smelling the turpentine or graphite, smelling my father's lacquer paint in the garage at sunset. I grew up loving that; I grew up wanting to be in his garage. His objects were used as vehicles, modes of transportation. And mine are used as the same thing, a mode of transportation, a springboard for the imagination, a place for the mind to go someplace else that's not always real.

Creating a physical object in this world seems so archaic; it disturbs me but at the same time I enjoy doing it—crafting another object in a world so filled with them.

I love being lied to. Give me a fantastical lie, something strange and not too serious. The Garden Dervish told me a story; Ophelia never did die. She became a queen who could breathe underwater. She met Don Quixote, loved him, bit off his moustache and flew off to Italy. She continues her journey and transcends the myth.







Evona's Work is Featured in:
A Sketch and Texbook.

by Margaret Lazzari,
Douglas Schlesier,
Dona Schlesier.
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