What, so I dressed to match my new piece. I just finished this last week and it's in the show 'Explorations In Form' opening this Fri at CMA Gallery in Newburgh! La Pila Verde Azulado, because the color words for 'teal stack' are so delightful in Spanish. Acrylic on wood. 

I'm showing my work alongside Sienna Martz, who has some gorgeous wall-mounted sculptures made with very touchable materials. Opening reception this Fri March 1, 2019 6-8 pm. At CMA Gallery at Mount St Mary College, located in Aquinas Hall, 1st Floor. 330 Powell Ave, Newburgh, NY 12550. 

I'm excited to show some new and recent paintings at CMA Gallery at Mount St Mary College in Newburgh. The exhibition, Explorations In Form: Hauser - Martz, will include my work and that of Kingston-based artist Sienna Martz.
It opens Friday March 1st, 2019 with a reception 6-8 pm, and will be on view through mid-May. The CMA Gallery is located in Aquinas Hall, 1st floor, 330 Powell Ave, Newburgh NY. It has some nice wall space and I'm looking forward to installing my bigger paintings there, and even a couple of wall-mounted flat wood sculptures I am working on! 

I made this piece for the current show at Catalyst presented by the Blood Art Archive, 'Cycles: an art show exploring the complexity of menstruation', which opened February 9. The gallery was packed with people for three full hours during the reception. It is quite a powerful show and will be up through Feb 18. Below is my accompanying statement for the catalogue.

Timing (16"x20" acrylic on canvas, wood, glass bowl, candy)

‘Timing' was a theme that came up when thinking about my 25 years of menstruating. The initial wait for the first period, dreaded but expected, then all the waiting that comes after, those early years never knowing when, and more often than not, it was really bad timing. A uterus-twisting nuisance. Yet, it was a reassurance that things were ‘working’ and that I was not pregnant at a time I did not want to be. I didn’t keep close track, it was just ‘that time’ or it wasn’t. Hoping it wouldn’t ruin certain activities. I’d always guess at timing and be relieved at the sight. Years later I still guess but I circle dates and count forwards and backwards. A different kind of timing. Now, I don’t want the blood. It means something different, my heart turned inside out. Month after month and year after year and I see the periods count my life away, egg by egg and drop by drop.