She had a talent that could drive the coolest, calmest soul to insanity. She dipped a silken bush in pools of color and stroked a barren canvas with the acuteness of a surgeon, the eye of a predator. And in the swirls of oil and water that hovered in her pictures, something was born. An infant that no one could catch sight of, a cherub that flew off the edge of every rainbow in the world, a color that none had ever seen before. Try to describe a color to a person blind from birth, try to make them see it. That is a prescription for lunacy, and that is how she painted. The faces she immortalized over and over again like white orchids in a field of roses, the eyes shone blue and brown and green and colors that could not exist. A color no one could explain, and so everyone that viewed her works of art felt alone and violated, yet darkly satisfied, as if they had been raped by a phantom. ~ Ty Caston
christine blu ashton
born 1971 in Wyoming
college: USC Columbia for basic art classes and life drawing
inspiration: they know who they are
