Acrylic on MDF, mirror, beads, felt, chains, gold leaf. For years my fear was that I inherited "the narcissist gene". I’ve learned to tame and embrace a healthy balance of narcissism . Transforming the ego into good, to not harm others but to push myself forward. This juxtaposed with a popular reason we leave the church: hypocrisy. "Woe to you, teachers of theBlue law and Pharisees, you hypocrites! You shut the door of the kingdom of heaven in people’s faces. You yourselves do not enter, nor will you let those enter who are trying to. -Matthew 23:13 "
Acrylic on MDF, mirror, beads, felt, chains, gold leaf. $1200 For years my fear was that I inherited "the narcissist gene". I’ve learned to tame and embrace a healthy balance of narcissism . Transforming the ego into good, to not harm others but to push myself forward. This juxtaposed with a popular reason we leave the church: hypocrisy. "Woe to you, teachers of the law and Pharisees, you hypocrites! You shut the door of the kingdom of heaven in people’s faces. You yourselves do not enter, nor will you let those enter who are trying to. -Matthew 23:13 "
84x98" Acrylic on MDF, mirror, chain, LED. Inspired by Pegasus Mobil oil logo. What would child Christine want in her bedroom if the possibilities were endless? Millennials are onto something when they fully embrace the things they could never have or do. Who would have thought that creating such a ridiculous piece would spark something in improving my mental health and past traumas.
84x98" Acrylic on MDF, mirror, chain, LED. Inspired by Pegasus Mobil oil logo. What would child Christine want in her bedroom if the possibilities were endless? Millennials are onto something when they fully embrace the things they could never have or do. Who would have thought that creating such a ridiculous piece would spark something in improving my mental health and past traumas.
28x52" Acrylic on MDF, clay, wood, diffuser, mirror. How does one mourn the death of a parent when they still live? This is a grave, a monument to the father I had, but truly never had. Insert father figure here: Symbols of traditional masculinity. On the surface comforting and familiar yet altered into ambivalence. "I was supposed to cry to you about lovers, I cried to lovers about you"
28x52" Acrylic on MDF, clay, wood, diffuser, mirror. How does one mourn the death of a parent when they still live? This is a grave, a monument to the father I had, but truly never had. Insert father figure here: Symbols of traditional masculinity. On the surface comforting and familiar yet altered into ambivalence. "I was supposed to cry to you about lovers, I cried to lovers about you"
As a child of narcissistic parental abuse, I've spent years recovering from being a people pleasure-- a chameleon. Doing whatever I could to not get ostracized by my community. Feeling like a fraud, finding my true identity has been a challenge. Striving to be authentic to who I am, but who even am I?
July 2011. 3:30 am. My new paper route job. My first stop was the airport, a 6 mile windy road in the middle of nowhere. I hit a deer, totalling my first car, a 2002 PT Cruiser. I called everyone I thought of hoping for a rescue but nobody answered. My last resort was my dad who lived only a few miles away. Even though we hadn’t talked for a year, "Surely he will come help me," I thought. I was wrong. Once he picked up the phone and I explained "I’m sorry to bother you but I just need to borrow your car, please I can’t lose this job. " He started lecturing me claiming "If you hadn't been so disobedient towards me this wouldn’t have happened. God is punishing you for your rebellion" I cut him off "you told me you’d always love me no matter what. This doesn’t feel like love." I hung up. That was the last straw. We will never be reconciled. I went no contact.
As an adult child of an emotionally immature parent, the fantasy of expecting that call keeps one going. When really, the reality of accepting and moving on brings a freedom one cannot explain until you get there.
From a young age I was forced to participate in the "Pro-life" movement. Holding a 6 foot sign of aborted fetuses in front of these women's clinics had long lasting effects on my psyche. Being brainwashed into thinking this act of protest showed that we cared about these women. Casting judgment upon them. “How can you kill your own baby?” Meanwhile my father neglected myself and my siblings to eventually disowning us.
36x48" Acrylic on canvas. Back to the Future and Chronicles of Narnia are examples of media that impacted me more than the Bible. Are the characters real? No? Does it matter? In many ways fiction is realer than fact. Fiction can impact life in ways history cannot. In many ways the nostalgia of the media that influences our childhood stays with us during times of stress, narrates our dreams, gives us that longing for elsewhere. The Magician's Nephew is one of the imaginary escapism works that has stuck with me all these years. Imagine a world where you can choose your own or go back in time.
36x48" Acrylic on canvas. Back to the Future and Chronicles of Narnia are examples of media that impacted me more than the Bible. Are the characters real? No? Does it matter? In many ways fiction is realer than fact. Fiction can impact life in ways history cannot. In many ways the nostalgia of the media that influences our childhood stays with us during times of stress, narrates our dreams, gives us that longing for elsewhere. The Magician's Nephew is one of the imaginary escapism works that has stuck with me all these years. Imagine a world where you can choose your own or go back in time.
Cincinnati, Ohio 1988. 36x48" Acrylic on canvas. My Dead Mall series consists of documenting these liminal architectural landscapes that were built in my lifetime and no longer exist.
24x24x2.5" Acrylic on wood panel. This work illustrates dreams I often had during my time of conflict between myself and my father. My subconscious creates this floating space, colorful and magical. Nostalgic for the postmodern era of design; I dream of liminal spaces. Staring at works of Andy Warhol, Mark Rothko, Basquiat in the encyclopedias, I knew I could never achieve making works inspired by the greats without the disapproval of the patriarchy. As this was not “good” art. Even in my daydreams I felt trapped, yearning for the day of empowerment.
30x30” Acrylic on wood. Growing up in the Quiverfull movement I’ve struggled with my own identity of being viewed for only what my female body can provide that community. That movement destroyed my desire to procreate. My existence is viewed as an extension of my parents, an existence with an agenda. This piece illustrates a topic often discussed by millennials. Now that the earth is populated, why procreate? Are people having kids for the right reasons? Are there good reasons to have children? Can you procreate without having an agenda or a hole one tries to fill by another?
30x30” Acrylic on wood. Growing up in the Quiverfull movement I’ve struggled with my own identity of being viewed for only what my female body can provide that community. That movement destroyed my desire to procreate. My existence is viewed as an extension of my parents, an existence with an agenda. This piece illustrates a topic often discussed by millennials. Now that the earth is populated, why procreate? Are people having kids for the right reasons? Are there good reasons to have children? Can you procreate without having an agenda or a hole one tries to fill by another?
48x48" Acrylic on canvas, gold leaf. While not part of The Disagreeable Giver collection it felt important to include these this work which started my journey to my current work. Influenced by symmetry and religious symbolism sparked me to dig.
30x40" Acrylic on Canvas. One thing that stood out to me during quarantine was the empty public spaces. We see abandoned cities in sci fi movies and I experienced a drop of it. That feeling of being alone felt safe while a slow rise of uncertainty of the future. That was such a small moment of time in our history but it made such a huge impact on my creativity. I've never been drawing to paint landscapes or architecture. Although recently my dreams have been more and more of being surrounded by larger than life structures and a green ambiance.
18x24" Acrylic, thread, beads, cardboard on canvas.
18x24" Acrylic, thread, beads, cardboard on canvas
Mannequin, lampshade, acrylic, light bulb, beads, thread, felt, Bible pages.
Mannequin, lampshade, acrylic, light bulb, beads, thread, felt, Bible pages.
NOTE: This was created before Kanye came out as a Nazi (but you gotta admit it's a good portrait.)
The Southern Missouri Arts Connection Portrait show submission
NOTE: This was created before Kanye came out as a Nazi (but you gotta admit it's a good portrait.)
Acrylic on Skate decks
Acrylic on MDF, cardboard, thread.My view from the back of the van. The torment of knowing I’d be severely punished when our family got home. This visual is a constant nightmare.
43x52 Acrylic on Canvas. Comissioned for a lovely man to memorialize his mother
10x20" Acrylic on canvas, gold leaf, thread, beads, cardboard.
11x14" Acrylic on canvas. Comission
48x56 Acrylic on Canvas. Comission.
Acrylic on wood, MDF, cardboard, thread, gold leaf.
30x30" Acrylic on MDF.
30x30" Acrylic on MDF.
36x46" Tufted Rug. Christine Riutzel X Jessica Bonnily @troublemakermelbourne.
24x24" Acrylic on wood panel. Comission
Neon sign, acrylic on paper. Inspired by the angels Ark of the Covenant. I am Seraph: created to worship the authority figure, the deity. Spiritual and physical. Cravings to be needed. Fulfilling the emotional needs of the adult. Now that I have no desire to worship, I am cast aside. That yearning to be understood and desired by others is right out of reach.
glass on communion tray, clay.
24x24" Acrylic on Canvas. Comission
36x48" Submission for the Collaborations show at Obelisk Home
I inherited this painting when my grandpa passed. He was Captain of the USS Caloosahatchee and received this painting when he retired. I wanted to add my own take on this painting.