Rising to meet the last light of day
Stoneware, wood and wire
51 x 84 x 10
Sifting through the remnants: bundled wounds
Ceramic, wood, steel and wire
36 x 6 x 6
“Each wound like a memory pierces and is bound in memoriam”
The box reflects compartments of memory, a place where objects are located as references for life experiences. The figure stands at the top, a rusted field backdrops its stoic presence. Bound below it, rusted wire wraps around pointed memories kept for weapons in a future as of yet unknown. The tarnished golden ring waits for the outstretched hand riding on the dark horse of circling dreams.
Sifting through the remnants: discoveries
Ceramic, wood, steel and found object
34 x 13 x 4
“Through the exploration of personal archaeology, objects of remembrance are found”
The box reflects compartments of memory, a place where objects are located as references for life experiences. The figure rests at the top, in its hooded cocoon, contemplating unearthed discoveries. Now fused together by rust, a former spring speaks to the sacred place of origin. A letterpress number zero from a technology of another era, saved to a new beginning.
Sifting through the remnants: season’s end
Ceramic, wood, steel and found objects
33 x 6 x 4
“Subtle changes mark transitions through a life of seasonal awareness”
The box reflects compartments of memory, a place where objects are located as references for life experiences. The figure rests at the top, below it coiled rusted wire intertwines like a nest for another time. A scrap of weathered leather from a collecting bag is left from a harvest in a distant past. Letterpress numbers six, two and one from a technology of another era, remind us of a Stonehenge morning with the sun rising in the east.
Sifting through the remnants: ancestors
Ceramic, wood, tree branches and found objects
32 x 49 x 4
“With ears to hear the sounds from within the deep layers of quiet”
The grayed boards from a childhood fence form a container/frame for objects that reference life. The figure rests within a side compartment, in its hooded cocoon, head leaning towards the history, listening, hoping. Tree branches, lined up like the edge of a forest near a path, flow across the wall. Letterpress numbers five and four from a technology of another era, count the years of multilayered experience.
Turning from that which will not heal
Ceramic, wood and wire
90 x 22 x 24
“Open shoulder, one leg, broken stub of what was once used to soar: life and its wounds.”
The figure stands with head turned away from the exposed interior of an open shoulder. A wing replaced by a wired-on branch, a skeletal souvenir of former days. Looking down into the sacred spring, lame and waiting for the waters to tremble.
Unseen the way of sons: the artist’s soul
Ceramic, wood, branches and twine
83 x 20 x 11
Unseen the way of sons: fear of loss
51 x 23 x 7
“What awaits them as they journey into a future unclear and dim. ”
Blind to the future, a father builds a ladder upon his shoulders for his sons to climb above. The ladder is uneven, broken, reflecting the trepidation of the unknowable happenings to come. The cry from the lips is to a God capable of extending the way and leading them safely into hope.