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). …

Pulling Grease.

I spent yesterday morning pulling grease - an incredibly messy, extremely rewarding process.  I discovered a way to turn it a soft peach color solely by mixing different types of grease together (I feel as if it is important to keep the substance pure due to the conceptual/material nature of this project).  I have fallen in …

You Were Born To Have.

Flashback to Fall Semester sophomore year; I was in a serious collaging phase and I made this. From the get go I loved this collage, but it was never in its final form.  During the time I was still collaging it was suggested to me that I take a silkscreening class.  I signed up for one this …

Nests VI, VII, VIII.

Somedays it's nice to just have an adventure by yourself, to buy yourself a tea and chocolate chip cookie, to wander through the woods and plant yourself in a stream.  That was my day, and it was lovely. I also made some nests while I was there.

Nest IV, V.

Yesterday during my personal vision class I read my working artist statement to my professor and told him about my nests.  My statement briefly mentioned how my religious beliefs affect my work.  He asked me if I was more interested in the ritual aspect of religion or the spirituality.  I had never thought about this …

Nest III.

I've begun the hunt to find any record of my childhood nests.  These nests may or may not make their way into the finalized form of this project (whatever that may be), as of now that's not what's important.  Currently I am drawn to the fact that I am seemingly wired to nest.  As a child, with …

Nest II.

I woke up this morning as a lovely stream of light came pouring through my window and across the blanket my granny crocheted for me.  I nested; actually I was already in a nest of sorts.  I thought back to my childhood and something I am shocked never occurred to me until now.  My mother always …

Making Babies.

My absence has not been due to a lack of productivity on my end, but in fact quite the opposite.  I feel as if there has been so much on my plate that I don't even know how to begin to share any of it.  I will be spending much of my time in the …