Like many in our society, I once moved about in such a hurried way that touching the beauty and current of life remained just out of reach. Then five years ago, I experienced a bereavement that brought me to my knees. Time slowed and a profound intrapersonal transformation followed,
sharpening my vision and influencing how I saw and interacted with material objects. My eyes began to focus in on the tiniest of items, such as stones, broken glass, bullet casings, broken jewelry, wood pieces, feathers, bones, and beads. I gathered these items and started to arrange them in patterns that mirrored my inner world, simultaneously releasing the need to qualify and categorize these newfound objects or my life experiences as
either good or bad. My art recognizes and highlights a tension in the disparate value our collective places on broken, mundane, and discarded objects.
Each piece of art tells a part of my story which has had many aspects that others might consider to be harrowing. Blessed with resilience, what brings meaning to me is the idea that I might share meaning with others. Why is the existential question that plagues those that have experienced trauma or tragedy, but my work sidesteps that inquiry. Despite not knowing why, I chose to communicate through art the idea that beauty permeates all we doand experience. When we experience the reciprocity of artistic expression together, we can rest in the moment of present shared experience.