As an artist who combines wood carvings with salvaged materials, I have a need for and an interest in resourcefulness. I like to be inventive with whatever is at hand. The things that speak to me have something important to say. I learn from the objects and spirits who summon me. Their history teaches me about change. I liken it to a dance.
When I walk the urban wilds of stream water run-off forests I feel set free from the organization of the chronological timeline we have in our heads. I become one with the cycles of the seasons, the immense power of floodwaters, the tracks a heron leaves. The past, present, and future merge into one.
Since most of my urban wild haunts are only traveled by animals, I can imagine the untouched beauty and grandeur of Mid-Atlantic North America.
Or I can focus, like an archaeologist, on the man-made objects now claimed by the stream or forest floor, and ponder the marks of human behavior. Eventually I feel as though I am out to forge a life in this terrain. Survival. What might I find that is edible or useful.
This leads me to feel a bit post-apocalyptic.
How would I describe the meaning of life given a clean slate to invent a my own spirituality formed by this place?
My sculptures are meant to be both artifacts from my search for transcendence and as the apparatus for your own search.
My recent work has to do with our environment- our Earth home, remembering her beauty, honoring her, and nurturing our relationship with her.
I also give Tree Spirit Workshops and teach drawing and sculpting from nature.