These pieces are assemblages of small moments, studies on feelings or thoughts. Focusing on the world I live in, natural, domestic, and dreaming/remembered, the process of finding and transforming these objects is an inward journey, an intuitive one. Some articles I find discarded, some I come across and relate to some elemental potential, and some I search for to complete the vignette. The process is meditative and allows for living in more than one moment at the time, more than one understanding. To re-shape a memory or a thought into something I want it to speak, transforms the very subjective moment itself as it lives in the past and in the present both. I will alter its recall and its form. The experience of making art is for me an exercise in vulnerability and trying to tell the truth of my experience as best I can.
As my young children came in to the world, a deluge of their paraphernalia came with them. The toys, the books, the detritus of childhood all flooded into my life along with the memories of what it meant to feel like a child. I was stunned by the clarity of emotion… the overwhelming feelings of love and fear, joy and anger, the violence of stories and the imagination, the longing for beauty. I came to look at objects with more innocence and more possibility, like I did when I was young. Houses made of twigs, the feel of satin on my grandmother’s quilt, the scent of honeysuckle in the backyard. These intense sensations have given me a life I did not know I forgot and an understanding of my life as it is now as a wife, a mother, a daughter, a citizen of the world. I have taken to sewing and embroidering a great deal, just like the women before me, and feel I am spending time beside my grandmother, my great grandmother. The continuity of the human experience has made me feel large… and small.