Excerpt from a recent artist statement of mine:
Walking is an act that is critical to my practice. Gazing towards one’s feet is meditative, just as one’s breath. While navigating the ground below, patterns of growth and life are ever-present underfoot. I find this comforting and forever rich with material to draw from. I am happy to become lost, in the sense that my explorations take me to places where I am uncertain of what is next or what the outcome is, but it is through this act of getting lost that we come to know ourselves the best. It is also a place where we can connect with others.
I have needed to write an artist statement for a few things recently. Eventually I may settle on one, but currently I change them often. Each day I walk into the studio I am pondering new thoughts and along with them many ideas are happening with never enough time to make them all. But I thought I would share with you my recent reflections on walking and hiking. I guess I think of hikes when I really have to pack a bag that has not only a snack, my phone and water, but various layers for weather changes, hiking polls, proper footwear,a few emergency provisions such as a knife, some twine, my bevy etc…. but whether it is a prepared for hike to the White Mountains with friends or more simply a walk on familiar turf, such as Capisic Pond Park or Evergreen Cemetery, I eagerly take to the trail or road ahead. Sometimes it feels like an escape from the mundane daily tasks that must be done, but can be tiresome without respite, but more recently, I am finding as ‘food’, as a part of my practice. It feeds my work in both direct and indirect ways.
Without writing at length it is hard to summarize how I hope this develops in the next year. I plan on updating this news/blog more often for my patrons and customers but also for myself. Soon I will write about seaweed and moss | land and sea and work I have planned for 2019, in part due to a small grant from the Maine Arts Commission. For now, I will just leave you with this simple ring that somehow emerged as I worked in wax one day, only later I realized it was the roots, the ridgeline and the geological markings on stone all at once. Our brains are fascinating filters and when walking it all happens quite effortlessly.