Vessels
As I've been sorting through my body of work, back to 2020, I see a lot of common and familiar themes emerging.
Containment, objectification of the female form, sexuality, interior/ exterior, connection to the natural world and its symbols - flowers. pearls, butterflies and other insects, water and the four elements, birds, horses, the wild and the cultivated, possession/s, objects, artefacts from the natural world - eggs, stones, nests, feathers, wildflowers, leaves, comets, blossom, branches, dolls and dollhouses, wearable art/tefacts, the body in states of emotional repose - grieving, dancing, the turning of the seasons - hearts and tears - these experiences .... so vast... filtering through the introspective window of reflection that this pandemic forced open on my life and my past and present: the myriad lives and loves that I have lived, parts played, lessons learned, paths crossed or uncrossed - an enduring pursuit of the road less taken.
The way of the artist.
I've been living this life at least 25 years now but in honesty, I've always treaded it. Taking my experiential memories and spinning them into something tangible, something tactile... eliciting, almost, a subdued Pavlovian response - tinted with visceral emotion - rendering resting tacets of beauty that divine the human condition. In this way, I move across the landscape of the world, endeavoring to make some sense of it all as I flit from moment to moment - keenly aware of my own mortality. What I watch, what I read, what I .... know... all of it falls upon the page, upon the screen - ten thousand photographs, a flurry of poems, a suite of drawings, a costume, a ritual, a prayer, a collage, a statue, an embrace….