NEWS: Fawn Gehweiler: Baby Lemonade

Born into a family of dropouts, drifters and dreamers, I grew up in a series of vans and boats and teepees, Swiss Family Robinson treehouses, secret forts and hand built solar powered hideaways in the mountains of Hawaii. I was raised in a time warp of late 60s and early 70s hand me downs, very much informed by psychedelia, and spent my entire childhood throwing mud pie tea parties and playing with pet wild boars in an endless parade of pinafore smocks, gingham bloomers, bibbed dresses and sailor suits inherited quite significantly after their heyday from cousins more than 10 years my senior, and falling in love with the tattered felt dolls and long forgotten cartoon characters that accompanied them in their journeys over the sea and into my wardrobe. This series is a deeper exploration into that personal iconography, the accouterments of a childhood always present in my work but never explained that serve to create a patchwork of my visual identity, and an exploration into the time and landscape from which these objects were born, well before my time, but still loaded with so much personal significance and forever fueling my sense of wonder.