Unborn, Unwed, Uninhabited.

Each mud print in Unborn, Unwed, Uninhabited is an exploration of what it means to leave home as a young female from rural America. By painting mud from my childhood home over found images I erase myself from what could have been. These photographs have become documentations of my unborn children, unwed lovers and uninhabited …

Left Behind and Gone Beyond.

I am not compulsive. I am analytical, methodical and calculated. I spend weeks (often months) researching and writing before I attempt to create anything. This is why I was so surprised with myself and the beginnings of what I have affectionately been referring to as the Mud Prints. In graduate school, the researching and writing are expected, …

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 …

A Real Object.

I came to Tucson with a box full of dirt from Wyandot County knowing it would be my only connection to my home for months. I dug ten separate holes from ten different locations of significance to my life (my parents childhood homes, my elementary school, etc.) and put the dirt in individually labeled zip …

Sweet Monotony.

We could never have loved the earth so well if we had had no childhood in it, if it were not the earth where the same flowers come up again every spring that we used to gather with our tiny fingers as we sat lisping to ourselves on the grass. What novelty is worth that sweet …