Unique Cast Bronze, Patina, Glass, Brass, 14” x 6” x 6”, 2022
As a young girl my dad had these amazing, beaded work of art that he made and from time to time I would start but then stop or walk away from learning, leaving pieces in mid process. I was young, then later my life was busy and one reason after another keep me from the history and the time. My dad has passed away and that time I could have spent with him learning and hearing his stories of how and why the thread it pulled through the beeswax and the cut of bead and the way to hold the needle are lost. I lost not just the history but him and that time with him. I am now looking to teach myself these ways and I hold him in my mind and my heart as I go forward.
Unique Cast Bronze, Patina, Sterling Silver on Birch, 30” x 24” x 4”
She holds that which is precious close to her, the babies sit top of her head, her mind, her heart. There will be the day in which she will not be able to hold them close to keep them safe, but that is not today.
Barn Swallows build a nest above our front door one year and I remember watching them build, then grow their family. The babies looked like little bandits and would watch you as you walked up. There was the one that would sit high in the nest craning his head to watch you, then one that was tucked just behind peeking out to see you. This reminded me of my own children. Wilson was always bold and the one edge ready to see the world, where Zoe would sit back, quietly watching you and the world before she would make a move. The parallels in our world of nature fill my mind and my days.
A burden, as anything or anyone you care for creates a responsibility for you. I echo this, casting the baby birds in sterling silver for they are precious to her.
Unique Cast Bronze, Patina, Cedar and Steel, 20” x 84” x 10”, 2022
There is the family you are born into and then there is the family you make. They are the friends you made in school, the neighbor’s you live by and the colleagues at your work. You watch the children grow and tell the secret wishes you have for them. You have meals together; you share in the joy the ups and the down and you bring them love and kindness when they have lost a loved one. We build an extended family that grows year by year and that makes for a community that is full of rich diversity, compassion, and love.
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, all cast in bronze. The faces are of the ancestors and family shaped from the idea of a cameo or silhouette painting to capture the faces of the families.
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.