V: How would you describe your aesthetic?
RH: I’m mesmerized by kitsch. My aesthetic can be pop, kitsch, occasionally even camp, but what I myself think my different projects have in common is how I tend to focus on markings frozen in time, such as a bruise. It’s one actual moment that I’m depicting—it looks beautiful but still a bit disgusting. That’s what I find interesting.
A hero of mine is Marilyn Minter. She makes us look again at things that we might otherwise take for granted. She helps us find the magic in particular moments, makes us reconsider what we see, and her use of colors is hypnotic. At the time when I got interested in Minter’s works, I was painting pictures of melting ice cream. The transience of her art suddenly captured my attention in a whole new way—the momentary nature of things is deeply moving to me.
V: Can you talk about your construction process?
RH: The very first works of the derby kisses series were actually just paintings. But I came to think that these artworks needed more form and sparkle. So I started to work in this multidimensional way, mixing sculpting and painting, glitter and rainbows. I use wood, medium-density fibreboard, leather, glitter, and various tools from paintbrushes to a jigsaw. It takes me a long time to actually make them before I can even start painting. I’ve got a lot of power tools—I’ve always built stuff, since I was a little child. I need to break the surface of the leather, then paint it, then break it and paint it again many, many times in order to create a picture, so it’s as hypnotizing on canvas as on the skin.
People often tell me that I do photorealistic work, but they’re not even close to photorealistic! They are huge leather sofas. I sit on them all the time—they’re actually really comfy, and very soft.
V: How do you choose which bruises to paint?
RH: I know immediately when I see a bruise that needs to be painted. I’m looking for the most original story in the form of a bruise. Sometimes the marks tell us what the player has been wearing—particularly if that something has been fishnets.
A fearless derby girl recently sent me a picture of her bum—it was, even for me after seeing plenty of gigantic pain galaxies, slightly hard to handle. She was simply dark violet. Completely. I felt sympathy, and I wanted to honor her well-played game, but I usually choose bruises that present more subtle forms and colors that encourage me to paint in a meticulous, delicate way.
And I am particularly fascinated by skin. Skin is so protective, fragile, and strong. It is such an indivisible part of being human. I believe skin tells the stories of our lives.
The colors of these bruises alter from light green to all imaginable shades of purple. The psychedelic figures are capable of taking on mystical forms. They tell stories of the moment. The bruises are just markings that show that you can get up and continue to play.