I am a painter who uses the loom to paint, and I consider my palette and my words as part of my materials repertoire. My weavings feel spontaneous, but they are meticulously planned from composition to fiber choices.
After years of being obsessed with making imagery, I had reached a dead end, he says. So, during the winter solstice of 1993, Broms took all of his photographs and paintings to the waterfront in Brooklyn's Williamsburg where he lived, symbolically shaving his head before setting his life's work on fire. I realised that this action was much stronger than any of the work that went up in flames, he says.
"It has taken several years and many sculptures to arrive to where I am today with the work, using these giant paper flowers to remind us of earthly forms and human conditions that are important to me."
