About the painting: Naturally Unique
I love snowy winters and this painting was inspired by the first snow of 2019. In all my work, every line I paint is a line naturally occurring in the wood grain. In this work I juxtaposed the natural grain with the possibility of a hidden image the wood might reveal when covered in the cool colors of a winter's day. About the pendant: Pondering Children Exploring individuality and the way that as parents we watch our children grow and become unique, this pendant uses found objects to represent a parent and three children. The three children are similar, but their size, their perspective and what’s inside makes them each unique. About the assemblage: Pondering Children We are all Nature’s children. All children grow differently, expressing our own identity, yet we all have a shared essence. Similarly, each of these objects are unique, but at the same time, they have many things in common as well. Children are also free - and you are invited to pick up the objects to appreciate them and return them in a new configuration. |
pondering children, snowflakes
late winter early dinner
in a small town pizza parlor;
the light wanes as snow falls -
it’s so rare to have
any of them alone,
even the three of them,
this sweet slow
time, sitting now in the
warmth of the shop
waiting for the pie
watching the snow
accumulate.
it swirls outside the bookstore
across the street and begins to
powder the sidewalks.
we can see the individual flakes as
they dance in the dusk.
they are full of questions.
how do they know that no two are alike ?
how can they prove it ? can they really
see each one? why don’t they melt ?
by the time our bellies are full it is
really coming down and we crunch
through the streets, nervous about driving home.
I am worried - will we make it up the hill before
it piles up too high ? But perhaps I am actually
wondering - will they be themselves, fully ?
and as it grows darker still - will I ? have I ?
late winter early dinner
in a small town pizza parlor;
the light wanes as snow falls -
it’s so rare to have
any of them alone,
even the three of them,
this sweet slow
time, sitting now in the
warmth of the shop
waiting for the pie
watching the snow
accumulate.
it swirls outside the bookstore
across the street and begins to
powder the sidewalks.
we can see the individual flakes as
they dance in the dusk.
they are full of questions.
how do they know that no two are alike ?
how can they prove it ? can they really
see each one? why don’t they melt ?
by the time our bellies are full it is
really coming down and we crunch
through the streets, nervous about driving home.
I am worried - will we make it up the hill before
it piles up too high ? But perhaps I am actually
wondering - will they be themselves, fully ?
and as it grows darker still - will I ? have I ?