story is just as strange as her art. She was raised in a small mountain town with no shoe stores so she spent most of her time barefoot treading through the world of spiders, snakes and all things hiding in the grass. She transfers this closeness with the small and obscure into her paintings. Through scenes of dripping landscapes and insecure, vulnerable characters, she illustrates a world draped in memories, remorse, and fragile realities. Seen through pastel washes and shiny candy coatings of resins, her works evoke both nostalgia and contempt. They are at once gentle and cruel, sweet and unsettling.
Kendra currently lives in Portland Oregon. She spends her days all alone in a small studio with no windows. Beautiful but mysterious. It's like Audrey Kawasaki's depressed younger sisters.
I Am Busy Thinking of Something Else
Something to Hunt