It's always good to try new things. Honing a skill is the perfect reason to give myself permission to be a little messy, a little careless, a little off topic. Since my next series is "All About the Crown," I plan to shrink my world and enter the realm of the jeweler. Much easier said than done.
For me, a strand is a thread of conversation. It is a woven pattern of memories. It is a wisp-thin filament that stitches together fragile moments. It is the last, tacit connection as seed falls from tree, leaving behind the stem, once nurturing and strong. Holding Pattern is a testament to the power of tacit connections and a witness for memories too often relegated to the back of the drawer.
Cotton loop-woven potholders, copper wire, Sunset Maple seed stems
This exhibition at the Ohio Art League Gallery with Claire E. Smith took place last April. The show consisted of lithographs, drawings, and three large sculptures. The series of lithographs and the sculpture "Black Angus" are the creations of Claire Smith and can be viewed here. The drawings, Sentinels of Route 68, and the sculptures, Reliquaries and Watershed are mine. The opening was Thursday, April 7 and it was packed with friends and family from Columbus, Cleveland, Wausau, and Chicago. Their support was overwhelming.
An installation about impressions, memory, distances, and place and the route that connects them.
4' x 8' x 35'
Fountain grass, wire mesh, steel columns
In April, I am privileged to exhibit at the Ohio Art League Gallery with Claire E. Smith. The show will consist of lithographs, drawings and three large sculptures creating the installation, Rural Routes (not your traditional landscape). The opening is Thursday, April 7 from 6:00 to 9:00 pm. The location is 1552 North High Street Columbus, OH 43201-1121.The exhibition will run from April 7 through April 29.
The Rural Routes Series is inspired by the long, repeated trips along 71 between Columbus and Cleveland. Driving at high speed through a landscape in order to arrive at a destination only allows glimpses of the whole picture. Memory strings those images together, shifting size, losing detail, overlapping structures, collapsing distances. A thread develops and the countryside that separated two places becomes the route that connects two homes. And what you call home begins to include those spaces between.