Till.

Till, 2018 mud, wax Through use of the archive (both personal and acquired), my work examines the socioeconomic makeup of the Rust Belt and how it affects society. Using vernacular objects and imagery, I construct narratives of place that elevate the ordinary by means of arrangement and transformation. My practice uses stand-ins for specific memories …

Pillar.

The house was ablaze, but I feared looking back. What if I too were a pillar of salt?       Pillar, 2018 4.24" x 5'10" found photographs, metal, wax, dirt The column of light boxes speak to my religious upbringing and continuous struggle with justifying my leaving home. The poem references the biblical story …

Mementos.

Everything is a work in process. Here is a look at graduate school semester two, a sneak peek of what has been happening in my studio. How do you document a place you no longer have access to, a place that is two thousand miles away? Before I left Ohio and drove thirty hours across …

I Clung to a Pinhole.

In honor of Worldwide Pinhole Photography Day this past Sunday, I've decided to reveal something I've been thinking of/working on for quite sometime. The question of how to photograph somebody who's not there/an event that never actual happened has come up several times this semester as I've thought about my work.  More and more, the …

Spectacular Sculpture.

I have been incredibly fortunate to get to be in a wonderful sculpture class this semester filled with exceptionally talented people.  Over the past few weeks our instructor has been working on creating a blog for us (and future CCAD sculpture students) to showcase our work.  If you have a free moment please check it out …

Make Bad Art.

Sculpture assignment: make bad art. I needed to shave my legs, which I didn't want to do, so I thought why not film it and kill two birds with one stone?  This resulted in a ten minute long durational video in which I am sitting in my bathtub shaving my legs.  It is incredibly boring, exceptional …

You Longed Greatly For Your Father’s House.

I made a pinhole camera in the shape of a very influential outbuilding from my childhood home.  I then took it back there, set it on a rickety old stool and shot the shed, creating kinetic images of my past. The further I'm pulled away from home (childhood), the tighter I cling on to the …

quietly taking shape.

The reception for quietly taking shape was so much more wonderful than I had anticipated.  The work was beautiful; everything was so carefully thought out and people noticed - they reacted.  I saw so many emotions as people interacted with the space and it was amazing to see others being touched by the pieces (heaven knows I was). …

Installation Day.

What do you get when you put three passionate, intelligent, professional, classy and hardworking ladies in a gallery space together for five hours?  quietly taking shape.  Come to Acock Gallery now through Friday to see what a summer of dedication to the arts looks like; I promise you will not be disappointed.  I would also …

Nesting.

This morning I woke up, looked across the room at my clothes hamper, and felt the need to nest.  I gathered the cloth from the basket and created a space in which I could lay.  Then I snapped a picture.  Something about the action of gathering materials from my surroundings, creating a temporary sculpture, placing myself within …