Artist’s Statement: Beyond the Pale

On the most basic level I am drawing. I am interested in the shadows, which may have more presence than the thing which casts them. I am interested in giving presence to the abject and the negative. The things that are barely there, the traceries and stains left behind by the subject, the residues: these are what capture my attention. I am drawing that which is hard to see.

Project Statement: W(h)ither The Garden

Two consistent themes in my work are botanical imagery and ways of chronicling loss. As of late, these two concentrations have been applied to my growing awareness of, and grief regarding the devastating loss of plant species due to climate change. I am exploring the classic herbarium sheet using plant specimens I have collected and pressed. I am intrigued by the herbarium sheet as a record of both plant information and of explicit and implicit human information. Not only is an herbarium sheet an archive of a plant, it is also an archive of our human relationship to that plant. The world’s herbaria, where millions of plant specimens are preserved on herbarium sheets, are not only scientific holdings of plant information, they are becoming libraries of loss that house the relics of plants lost as a result of climate change.

Project Statement: Chronicle Of Loss

The Chronicle Of Loss is a diary of a year. Each 3”x 3” square represents a day.  These squares were pre-cut from remnants left-over from decades of art-making,  home-making and child-rearing.  Saturated with material evidence of time, memories, and states of mind,  this is a visceral diary of days that have been lost.

The marks made on each square represent my daily life, inner and outer. Each day I would try to embellish a square. The squares were like mini sketch pads where visual and material issues were worked out, and where the events and feelings of the day were reflected.  The day I was married, the day of my eldest daughter’s surgery, something my younger daughter said, a visit from my mother, the first time I saw the Palouse, are all recorded here.  Each of these squares is a relic of what has passed: of what was lost.  However, much is not recorded here. There were many days when I failed to work on a square. These days are lacking: their square left blank. They are an “absence made present.”  The squares left blank bear a double loss:  the day represented has passed in time and possibly passed from memory, and yet their passing is commemorated.