Lying naked in the snow…exhilarating, aching and painful in a beautiful way. Emotionally thought provoking. Penetrating without being rough, connecting to the soul…like when the snow falls and freezes the world and everything is still alive but deadly quiet. When I was a child I would catch fireflies in a jar and cover the jar lid with foil, punch little holes in the top of the jar and then sit in the dark of my closet and watch them flicker on and off until they died. It was an experience of joy and tragedy, of intimacy and exile of love and hate. I wanted the fireflies to live forever in my prison, to light up my world and stay with me… despite their death sentence.
A delicate web of nature, the fragility of life, solitary moments of self-reflection and a silent fall from grace.
Lavender and Lemon
Scratches on glass
My art making is a combination of photography and mixed media, darkroom printing on silver paper, and painting with oils and wax. I am vision impaired: my one eye is like a hawk’s, precise and crisp and my other eye is nearly blind, fuzzy and soft. There are moments of control and moments of intuition… focus /blur, focus/blur a seesaw back and forth until I find balance. I bounce between these worlds of focus and blur to etch my portraits of emotion.