Working for many years as an objects restorer and conservator has had a profound effect on shaping my worldview. I am attracted to misfits, leftovers, rejects, ruins and things which have become obsolete. My work collages these elements as well as my own tests, embellishing and choreographing them on paper, silk, drafting film or the wall until they feel like they have landed and found their place. I ask, "What is the fate of human-made objects, and where does it all go, everything from nuclear and toxic waste to cell phones and our own artwork?" I work in a stream of consciousness. The samples become my work. My rejects are resurrected, transformed by different processes and they become new paintings, sculptures and installations. Nothing is forgotten, but now rethought, reshaped, repainted and transformed by our world today in hopes of finding those small moments of magic. The materials chosen, semi transparent silk organza and aluminum wire, lend themselves to tracing, recording and constantly changing their shape. I realize, while I admire gorgeous thick applications of paint I instead water down my acrylics into transparent washes and then use thicker dots of paint in certain areas of the composition. As an adoptee, I have always imagined myself to be a thousand different people from a multitude of different landscapes. I believe my work has followed a similar path, one of constant searching and experimentation, always seeking new indefinable experiences.
Kathy Robinson-Hays is a Canadian born Texas visual artist and art conservator/restorer. She received her BFA with Honors in Painting from the University of Manitoba where she was awarded the Gold Medal. After studying in Italy and New York she obtained her MA in Studio Art from the NYU Venice Study Abroad Program. Her work has been included in New American Paintings #84 and Studio Visits Magazine and she is currently represented by Ro2 Art in Dallas. Through her vision of the landscape she references themes of fragility, transparency, the discarded and the forgotten.