• MFA in Fine Arts

  • Andrea Gonzalez
    Byron Peters
    Jacob Wick
    Jaimie Healy
    Jordan Reznick
    Jsun Charles-Jeremiah Parizo
    Julia Robertson
    Julie Feldman
    Kenny Kong
    Nan Peletz
    Sadie Harmon
    Sara Sellitto
    Seth Gutierrez
    Tiffany Canter
    Tim Power
    Zoe McCloskey

  • Stephanie D. Wallace - CCA Graduate Thesis Events

    Stephanie D. Wallace

    Three Paths
    Knead
    Untitled (Spilled)
    Still Life with Pan
    Untitled (Sheet)
    Yuba River Swimming Hole
    Untitled (Trunk)
    Akhlut
    Soda Bread
    Untitled (In a cloud)

    Three Paths

    archival pigment print, 2013

    Knead

    archival pigment print, 2012

    Untitled (Spilled)

    archival pigment print, 2012

    Still Life with Pan

    archival pigment print, 2012

    Untitled (Sheet)

    archival pigment print, 2011

    Yuba River Swimming Hole

    archival pigment print, 2012

    Untitled (Trunk)

    archival pigment print, 2012

    Akhlut

    archival pigment print, 2013

    Soda Bread

    archival pigment print, 2012

    Untitled (In a cloud)

    archival pigment print, 2011

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    Knead thumbnail
    Untitled (Spilled) thumbnail
    Still Life with Pan thumbnail
    Untitled (Sheet) thumbnail
    Yuba River Swimming Hole thumbnail
    Untitled (Trunk) thumbnail
    Akhlut thumbnail
    Soda Bread thumbnail
    Untitled (In a cloud) thumbnail

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    Artist Statement

    The waves bob under the boat, the cold air burns the back of my throat, a chill wind is whipping through my hair. We are listening to Van Morrison, flying above the water. I call Van Morrison “boat music.” In the bow of the boat, under the front middle cushion, is the pee bucket, a purple-blue plastic Rubbermaid tote. When it becomes dark or is too cold out we squat over it so we don’t have to get in the water. Afterward, I hear the ever-slight splash of the pee bucket emptying. Vulgar physicality. Ideal world.

    Inside the viewfinder of my camera I am always trying to conjoin the real with the ideal: make them merge into something understandable, something controllable, to show something in a new light. Only where fact crosses into fiction can I make sense of what I experience, where I live, and what I see. By framing the everyday in a way that reveals beauty I entertain the notion of an idealized world. One must find pleasure in the mundane.