Visual Poetry: Alumni & Current Student Artists
Tiffany Pech
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Tiffany Pech is a multidisciplinary artist who lives and works in Stockton, California. She primarily works in sculpture, printmaking and book arts. She studied studio art at Delta College and earned a mixed emphasis BFA at CSU Stanislaus. She has exhibited work in Stockton, Sacramento, Turlock, Oakland and Nevada.
My work emerges from the intersection of found objects, the concept of refuse, and navigating the generational trauma experienced by the Cambodian American diaspora in the California Central Valley. In this region, histories of migration and survival converge. Discarded materials and local geographical landmarks comprise the visual lexicon of my sculpture and my two-dimensional works offering commentary on memory, resilience, and identity.
On a clear day with my back to the world (2024)
Water-based marker, digital photography, magazines, watercolor, suminagashi marbling, television screen, nails, panel
12”x12” (each panel)
$400 (diptych)
The most instinctive way for me to produce artwork is from creating and arranging assemblages from found objects. I primarily work in sculpture, amassing a large and particular collection of found objects and conserving remnants from all the works I create. My affinity for found objects and assemblages translates into my 2-Dimensional works through collage. Each collage features remnants from past works. Digital photography of local landmarks, drawings, watercolor paintings, ink marbling and magazine cut-outs are cut, torn and arranged. The television screen was salvaged from a primal smashing ritual with community members and friends to celebrate the life of a friend that had passed away in 2024. These two collages were created in attempt to establish calmness amidst experiencing personal upheaval and a community’s collective grief.
On a clear day with my back to the world — by Tiffany Pech
On a clear day with my back to the world
An attempt was made for orderly Slow moving, dark teal waters
Tule brain fog is thicker than porridge
Some days, I can’t see the mountain in plain sight
A jaunt on levee rocks brings internal piece in the ebbing
All the things we carry are holding on by a small piece of plastic I spill my blood and tears into the Delta waters
Meandering through the reeds and purple Hyacinth I ponder how much time elapses
before those parts of me wade through the slough To finally make their way to the ocean
No clear instructions are provided on how to make it Frantic hands are tangled in rope
Upheaval and disruption come like seasons Old friends come and go
But some will never return
Smashing a television as an act of love We sing
We cry We jump
The fog subsides
We become feral together As we are meant to be