The guardian watches over that which is important to her, she has her guide that scouts out what is beyond her view. These fish are precious beings that hold the possibilities for today and that of tomorrow.
The fish, the precious beings, and the guide are also a burden, as anything or anyone you care for creates a responsibility for you. I echo this, casting them in sterling silver.
“Guardian and Guide”
Bronze, Patina and Sterling Silver
We strive for human attachment and belonging whether in a place or a sense of self. This boy and girl are not 2 people but oneself, 2 halves of a whole. The geode can reflect the same and when broken open it reveals its sides and secrets hidden within. The figures are not glued to the rock, they are fitted, like a key in a lock. They balance in their stand much like we do in our life.“Sense of Place”
Bronze, Patina and Geode Rock
It is the stories of family, history, and identity that brought me to “Bloodline”. It is a long trail of my Native American history, my bloodline. To be ‘on the Rolls’ as an American Indian you must prove a quantum of blood verified through birth and death records until you match up to a name on the official “Dawes Rolls.” As I began walking through the past to document my blood, with the names and some faces, I wanted to hear them speak and tell their story. I wanted them to be counted.
The figures walk across a Locust tree base that came down in a storm. It is cut lengthwise exposing the rough center revealing the lines that show its life and history. I de-barked the exterior but kept the curve of the tree and its raw surface. You see the figures walking through time—their life above and the tree’s life below.
The Cigar Figures come from a childhood Native American story that my mother told of the “Stick People.” The “Stick People” would run through the night and call your name; if you went with them, you were never heard from again. She never described the figures and I was always drawn to the idea of what they looked like. The Cigar Figures are my reimagining of that story, now a story of family and my past—a complicated narrative of loss, survival, and resilience. The figures are made from real cigars and found sticks cast in bronze. The faces are of the ancestors from my past as far back as I can trace.
There are sections for each generation, beginning with my children. Though I only have two, there are five figures. Each life is counted and the children who did not survive are remembered with a place on the wood in history; their forms small and their heads bowed. Next, I have my section with my sisters and brother followed by my mother’s and father’s history weaving back and forth. When hung, the light casts a shadow of the figures on the wall. This shadow represents memory for me. Like a shadow, these memories cannot be held, and in the end, we are all only a shadow in history, shadows on this earth.
Bronze, Patina and Locust Wood
29″ x 22′ x 9″
The Bear Girls do not see the color of each other’s’ skin or limitations that have been placed upon them because of who they are or where they come. They are in this world together and the possibilities are endless.
While getting my children ready for school we were pulling together pencils, folders, colored pencils, and crayons. The kids began talking about their friends. In the conversation, they were describing the children, “the girl with the yellow hair, the boy with the brown skin,” in a very casually descriptive manner with no malice to the differences. This made me think more about how we see people as we grow older. How we change in our viewpoints and how we judge based on what we see on the surface. We are all the same below, no matter the color, shape, or origin.
How Much More Must She Bear Crayon, Plexiglas, and Birch
36”x 24”x 4.5”