Over the fall, I worked on a series that was initially spurred by an invitation to a drawing exhibit. It's funny how these things happen—I was stuck, and the invitation unstuck me.
I'd been trying to figure out how to combine a marvelous mound of vintage text with an equally marvelous mound of monoprints from a recent commission. I needed both mounds to go down! I also had a lot of feeling built up inside about the state of the nation, the earth, and myself. The Through Lines series gave me the perfect vehicle.
I covered substrates with layers of cream-colored vintage papers—signifying the past—then built up juxtapositions of drawn lines, monoprints, and ephemera, all in search of an answer: How did we get to this place and time where, in our desire to make progress, we destroy that which nurtures us?
When I finished, I hung all of the pieces on the wall and gave myself an exhibit. Looking at them together, I feel the work has a lot to tell me about my future direction—if I'm careful enough to listen.
(A few pieces from this series are available—reach out if something speaks to you.)
Through Lines