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christine deLaHofer
A fragile source of fury equipped with the power of creation
I was raised here in the San Joaquin Valley and it has given me a rich resource that has fueled my creativity. My art has always been an instinctual autobiographical representation of my life’s experience. It has been intuition and a little bit of sass.
Currently I am changing into the person I was always meant to be…
Stay.at.home mom of 3
Kali butterfly
Jeronimo alma
Joaquin merced
DeLa
The artist once known as, christine deLaHofer
Mild mannered recycled art artist
that secretly plots to destroy the earth
This mild mannered artist sets out on a Love Revival XXXII, the journey is frocked with peril, betrayal, joy, happiness, and trust.
christine deLaHofer
the life.art.craft & times of christine deLaHofer
a mother and mild mannered recycled heART artist on a love revival
the musings of christine deLaHofer
the recycled heART of christine deLaHofer
about me
- christine deLaHofer
- a fragile source of fury equipped with the power of creation
that girl chris
Creation…. it’s everything and everywhere, it’s how you put your red shoes on, it’s in the garden pulling weeds, it’s the flower I picked and put in my hair. I approach my life with an artist spirit, I consider art sacred, a gift, just as life is.
My art is an instinctual autobiographical account of my life’s experiences. It’s instinctual, it’s a memory, or a feeling or that smell that triggers an emotional response. It’s becoming a mother and transforming from life to death to rebirth. It’s a cycle that continues to circle through my mind and heart to find the connection. I turn found objects, things that have been discarded into art. I attempt in my work to not consume more but to use what I’ve got or find to create. It’s about our community, my family and me. I want my community to strive for balance, peace and a healthy environment. I want my kids to grow up breathing clean air and for them to have happiness. I want to be able to create art and have that be a sustainable source of means for me and my family and my community.
My recent works reflect the people, places, and things in my life. I have been on a love revival that has brought me to question, “what is the relevance of public art?”
My art is an instinctual autobiographical account of my life’s experiences. It’s instinctual, it’s a memory, or a feeling or that smell that triggers an emotional response. It’s becoming a mother and transforming from life to death to rebirth. It’s a cycle that continues to circle through my mind and heart to find the connection. I turn found objects, things that have been discarded into art. I attempt in my work to not consume more but to use what I’ve got or find to create. It’s about our community, my family and me. I want my community to strive for balance, peace and a healthy environment. I want my kids to grow up breathing clean air and for them to have happiness. I want to be able to create art and have that be a sustainable source of means for me and my family and my community.
My recent works reflect the people, places, and things in my life. I have been on a love revival that has brought me to question, “what is the relevance of public art?”
MOTHER.artist
christine deLaHofer
A fragile source of fury equipped with the power of creation
I was raised here in the San Joaquin Valley and it has given me a rich resource that has fueled my creativity. My art has always been an instinctual autobiographical representation of my life’s experience. It has been intuition and a little bit of sass.
Currently I am changing into the person I was always meant to be…
Stay.at.home mom of 3
Kali butterfly
Jeronimo alma
Joaquin merced
DeLa
The artist once known as, christine deLaHofer
Mild mannered recycled art artist
that secretly plots to destroy the earth
This mild mannered artist sets out on a Love Revival XXXII, the journey is frocked with peril, betrayal, joy, happiness, and trust.
christine deLaHofer
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