Mythos of Being

“When Iron John had reached the dark forest once more, he took the boy from his shoulders and put him down on the earth. The Wild Man then prepared a bed of moss for boy to sleep on, and in the morning took him to a spring. It was clear as crystal and full of light.”
Iron John

These works of art come from many years of thinking deeply about the stories that shape our beliefs. For most of human history, there have been myths and tales that societies have used to inform the next generation about life and its complexities. These hearth tales or myths or parables provide ways of thinking and understanding. The stars have been charted and identified to fit religious and communal understandings. The constellations have served as guides for travelers at sea and on land, as well as icons for legends and mythologies.

The search for who we are does not sit well in the present vacuum of much of contemporary thought. This rootless, context free identifying leaves many with a strong sense that something is missing. The stories that have been gifted to us from across time and place provide much to help us counter that sense of loss with ideas and concepts rich in meaning. The works in this series reflect upon how some of these stories reverberate through my soul and find their way into clay and wood and image and twine. So I offer these works to you to think about, to contemplate, to consider what stories do you need to read, to live, to revive.

June 2010