New work

My loom has its own daemon…

and he’s an origami tortoise named Lafayette. He really does a tremendous job of guiding my shuttle. More than one would ever expect of a little paper reptile… but one must always remember to expect the unexpected in the studio. It is the place where all magic is possible.

My night looks like…

this:

Growth Layer

Just another Friday night in the studio. I’m soaking, peeling, & drying out thin, translucent layers of tree bark from a trunk that washed up on the Washington coast. It’s just occurred to me that what I’m really doing is stripping away from the growth layer just underneath the bark. Growth layer from a dead tree…”Oy”, that means the goo I’m covered in right now is the tree equivalent of placenta. The things I get myself into, I swear.

Be warned, headdresses were used.

I’m not sure why or at what point during the making of this piece I felt the need to fashion myself a headdress. Looking back it just seemed like it needed to be done. Yup, that’s how things roll in this studio. The piece pictured here isn’t actually complete so who knows what kind of voodoo will will still need to be whipped out in order to finish it up.

New live/work space

New Work:

Suspension of Disbelief

I never paid it much thought before, but recently after watching a movie, I realized that I have almost super human capabilities when it comes to the suspension of disbelief. Let me tell you, it is epically awesome. Maybe I should be more concerned that I get so completely lost in made up worlds & stories but I glean far too much pleasure from it to question its consequences. It can take a mundane day and flip it on it’s head.

The subsequent realization that I had was that I do it all of the time. Not just with films & books but with theater, dance, nature, architecture and art. I do it looking at other peoples art and I do it while I’m making my own. I’m completely transfixed when I work, traveling to places & meeting people that are compilations of experiences, scenes, & imaginings. I do it walking down the street. A full grown adult daydreaming like a five year old and I catch myself smiling at the scenes unrolling before me. Mash-ups of the path ahead of me & the path in my head.

This work, including the one that just came off of the loom above, are woven sketches. Impressions of that place that exists within but reaches out to play with my vision and dance through my senses with the material world.