Cathartica Studio
marie j. saquing
A native of the Philippines, Marie J. Saquing received her B.F.A. in Fine Art Painting at the Academy of Art College in San Francisco. Her works have shown in and around San Francisco since 1991. She is featured artist at First Crush, a wine bar and restaurant that celebrates California wines near the downtown San Francisco theater district, Hipstrike.com, an on-line Film/Video/Music Promotion and Production Company, in a poem by Eileen Tabios about Marie and her Nudity Series as opening act for "Clit Chat", a valentine's day weekend 2002 show at Bindlestiff Studio launching Eros Pinoy: An Anthology of Contemporary Erotica in Philippine Art and Poetry and in UC Berkeley's Maganda Magazine's 15th issue due to come out in May. She is also available for commissions and special projects.
A picture paints a thousand words, but what are Wordsworth? But seriously folks, I don't really have a specific statement. I don't have an important message. I'm not a poet, a pauper, a pawn, a princess or a queen. I'm a lazy sod who paints. Cashing in the retirement funds, avoiding homelessness, maintaining a childish figure through lack of food. That's what I do. Don't hate me because I'm beautiful, love me because Im ludicrous.

My goal in life is to produce a body of work worth my while. A body of work chronicling a mentality. My mentality and various frames of mind. It's about philosophy and humor and art. Not always necessarily in that order. About painting, and reading too many Kurt Vonnegut and Charles Bukowski novels, and sculpting, and watching Monty Pythons Life of Brian religiously on Christmas and Good Friday, and painting some more, and getting stinking drunk listening to Tom Waits, spouting out nonsense til dawn. Life is good. Usually it's not. And I want to produce pieces that reaffirm why life is worth living, at least in my mind.

Art is a refuge. A distraction. A place to be when NATO bombings and Chinese spies dominate the current consciousness. I paint. Sometimes I sculpt. Sometimes I run about naked with monkeys singing Peaches and Herb songs. I don't care, and neither do they. But maybe they should. The point is that I have made a conscious decision not to care. The triviality that pervades everyday life seems comical. If you take life too seriously, youll die. If you take death too seriously, you'll still die. The moral of the story is that seriosity killed the cat.


Marie Saquing
May 27, l999