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ANTHEM MAGAZINE •
ISSUE 12 WINTER 2004
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PHOTO BY: MONICA MERVA.
DRESS BY: LIZ COLLINS. |
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NAME: Theresa Byrnes
WHAT YOU DO: I am an artist. I paint, write (published my
autobiography, THE DIVINE MISTAKE in 1999) and do performance art. I
began to exhibit my work when I was 16. 18 years later I am still doing
my thing.
HOW YOU KNOW LIZ COLLINS: I met Liz through a mutual friend. Jill
who was designing an invitation card for one of Liz’s runway shows. I
saw her work and gushed. Jill introduced us knowing I would love Liz and
her work and that she would me and mine.
LOCATION OF PHOTO: The back corner of my East Village
studio gallery. This is where the magic happens for me, where I make
art, bring my feelings, visions and concepts into reality.
WHAT ARE YOU WEARING?: A red, silk charmeuse dress with knitted,
vertical lines. When Liz slipped this dress on me it was a moment. It
fit perfectly and felt so beautiful on my skin, extremely comfortable and
super gorgeous!
WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL LIKE A WONDER WOMAN?:
When am hyper-focused, have worked for months on a
body of paintings (an exhibition or commission) and then I
reach the final stage. I put down the last marks, paint flicks on my
face, covers my hands and clothes, a silence falls. I
glance around at all my work now resonating together. I
have done it; it's all finished. At that point I feel like a
Wonder Woman. |
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