Six years ago, I experienced a bereavement which brought me to my knees. In the time that followed, a transformation began. My eyes saw the tiniest of objects and my hands placed them in patterns that spoke to me about my experiences. Stones, broken glass, bullet casings, wood, feathers, bones, beads and many other objects took shape in ways that mirrored my inner world. Before, I had seen those very same objects but in a hurried, harried way. Now, with this experience of death, my vision has been sharpened but time has slowed enough to allow to touch the current of life and beauty that was always just out of reach. There is a tension in my art between the objects we perceive to have value, and those we do not. The broken jewelry and glass, the fractured toys, the bolts and nails, feathers, stones and beads are things that we look past every day or perceive them as trash. I think about our life experiences in the same way, that we categorize our experiences into good or bad. Recovery teaches us that an experience is just what happens, and that we can stay in peace by staying in present experience.
Type: Collage and Assemblage Style: Abstract