A r t i s t S t a t e m e n t
It is a privilege to be an artist. It’s a gift and a blessing.
Many people spend their lives looking for what they’d love to do. Some of my friends, when facing retirement, say, “I don’t know what I’ll do … I’m just not sure. Maybe I’ll take up golf, or audit a class.”
I’ve never wondered what I’ll do or what I love. I’ve always been an artist and I live to make art. It has always been present in my life and, with the exception of my family and some deep personal relationships, the most constant and rewarding thing I do.
It keeps me company. I walk and do chores thinking about art.
It’s an ongoing conversation in my head. (Sometimes noisy.)
It forces me to look, think, make connections, and laugh.
It makes my mind race and my heart skip a beat.
It orders my days and allows me to create lists.
It is widely embracing and very inclusive. My practice welcomes thoughts, emotions, stories, TV, NPR, and podcasts.
It’s mine alone and I don’t have to share it with anyone.
My inspiration comes from two directions. I am deeply inspired by materials and techniques. And I am equally driven by themes and exploring my inner world.
Rust, found objects, tattered fiber, discarded wire, laser cutting, digital printing, and decaying leaves interest me and can be the motivation for a series.
Also, trying to understand aging and this next stage of my life, and reconciling the push/pull of urban and rural life are questions I bring to every piece I make.
I am always driven to make a mark and leave a mark.
We are here on this earth for a very short time. I am lucky and grateful that I can spend it doing what I love.