Pamela Wilson has built a reputation for works of art that transcend the commonplace to enter the realm of the otherworldly, the sublime unknown. She develops haunting images, which create a remarkably compelling narrative. The physical and emotional isolation of her characters has emerged as a hallmark of her work. She explores the great chasm of the psyche, the abyss that opens when you seek to understand the complex human in modernity.  The characters in her paintings are often called “odd or mad,” or similar terms denoting something out of alignment with ordinary reality. She believes that letting ourselves explore the inherent “distortions” in reality is part of what gives us heart, and balance. Addressing “beauty” in a painting feels too passive, and what she is seeking is a psychological moment, a different kind of beauty, the beauty in absurdity. 

Pamela received her MFA from the University of California, Santa Barbara, where she was awarded a Regents Fellowship, the Abrams Project Grant, and a Regents Award for her Thesis Exhibition. She is currently Mentor Faculty at Laguna College of Art & Design, Laguna, CA, as part of the MFA Program. 

Exhibiting consistently since 1992, her work has been the subject of 23 solo exhibitions, spanning the United States. She has exhibited in many museums, including the National Museum for Women in the Arts, Washington DC, and a solo exhibition at the Arnot Art Museum, Elmira, NY. Her work is included in many prestigious collections, and has graced the cover of American Art Collector Magazine twice since 2014.

Artist’s Statement on “In Faery Lands Forlorn”:

“My synesthesia sends me to some fantastic ‘otherworlds,’ and when I read John Keats poem, Ode To A Nightingale, and in particular the line I used as a title, I am transported to a forgotten, abandoned faery land, like a child in full, unedited imagination. I lose myself in the quiet, wet, dark winds from an unknown sea, and I slip into a dreamy sadness for all the lives I’ve not yet lived, and may not ever. I wanted to ignite this girl’s strength, and show her sublime grasp of the hoodoo, which haunts her. When the golden lightning came to me, I suddenly knew my gal was stronger than I realized, lit with new hope for weathering a pretty sizable storm, and she allows me to believe in myself."