Although Betty Dore passed away November 15, 2014, her family thought it best to leave her thoughts about her art and life unedited.
My first successful paintings were images of Oriental Carpets. These rugs, intrinsically beautiful in their lyrical patterns and interplay of surface detail seemed to be reflections on secret codes for long-forgotten or half-remembered myths. They speak of creative energies, of gardens long withered, of fauna, mythical or extinct, and the romances and customs of peoples living long, long ago.
Then, as I began to travel… to Asia, South and Central America, whole new worlds of passionate color and intricate designs opened before me.
After returning to Los Angeles, I began to transfer these impressions into my work. These experiences altered and heightened my perceptions, redefining into more exotic, fanciful terms. Things which had previously seemed ordinary now became magical, whimsical, bizarre or noir. These paintings define Los Angeles in the last part of the 20th Century.
When I left Los Angeles, I once again struggled to find my artistic and creative voice. Becoming very entranced by the writings of Marcel Proust, I began a series of paintings that would establish a feeling of a definite time and place by combining the figure with carefully chosen phrases. They have become a “Search for Times Past.” A la recherche du temps perdu.
Lately, I have become interested in once more expressing a fresh, contemporary narrative though the almost-forgotten genre of still life. I find the process of placing disparate objects together successfully is visually very exciting. It is an interesting way to work with shape and color to create a story.
I appreciate you taking the time to take a look at my work.