PAINTING #02

The stretcher has been ordered. I miss the wood shop facilities... I have learned time and time again how easy it is to slip away from the things that truly make me happy. Back to the drawing board. This won't be about big-worded isms. Just about the making. More to come...

LOSS PRESERVES

People experience several kinds of loss throughout their lives; geographical, physical, and, or emotional. Humans can hold onto this loss metaphorically, "preserving" it over time, and often for the rest of their lives. I wanted to explore the dichotomies that are created when dealing with loss. Something is gone, yet the memory, the pain, the experience can remain for a long time; in essence it is preserved, we keep it with us.

I wanted to represent this loss. I wanted to represent the metaphor. I collected responses from people on their individual experiences with loss. I then canned their responses and sealed each jar with wax. Their loss is now preserved.

This is an ongoing piece. I am curious as to the loss you have felt in your life. Any loss; geographical, emotional or physical. Any instance no matter what the significance. Your name will remain anonymous from your sacred emotions. Your responses will help shape and strengthen this piece. Please email me. Thank you for your help.

UNTITLED

There are certain words that speak volumes. At different points in one's life their meaning can change; a metamorphose takes place. But is it not the word that changes, or the person? This piece is in its first stage. I have begun to wrap certain words, later I will seal these words in a wax cocoon. The will emerge at an undetermined date.