About the painting: Oak
Painted in celebration of a holiday for trees, this piece highlights natural patterns in the wood grain to reveal a scene of a lone oak tree with reference to both my childhood home and my son's strength. About the pendant: Silhouette Here is “the tree, against the backdrop of the sky”. I created the form of a tree by breaking a thick, frosted, mirror-backed piece of glass along the lines of a trunk, branches and roots. The deep cracks are visible through the glass from many angles giving depth to what would otherwise be a flat design. The colors and textures of the pendant sky, like the real sky, change as the light changes. About the assemblage: Dawn and Dusk The pendant Silhouette touched me very deeply. My response was to open my eyes to all the tree silhouettes around me. The slowly changing sky that we can see between the trees is especially striking in winter, when there are no leaves to divert the attention. How is it possible that I had not noticed it before? To capture the colors of the sky I used red cabbage and integrated my science background by adding natural acid/bases to achieve different colors. |
An Artist Cloaked in Stealth
how strange, the negative space of wood
the tree, against the backdrop of the sky
how careful, the artist who’s done good
to trick our credulous eye
the tree, against the backdrop of the sky
seems so distant, so utterly alone
she tricks our credulous eye
and causes our callous hearts to moan
I seem so distant, so utterly alone
a shapeless cloud, searching for myself
my callous heart does moan
an artist cloaked in stealth
a shapeless cloud, searching for myself
cutting a careful mold of paper tree
I’m an artist, cloaked in stealth
transforming wood to what it’s meant to be
I am a careful mold of paper tree
I block the essence of my source
and so transform to what I’m meant to be,
allow my roots to run their course.
how strange, the negative space of wood
the tree, against the backdrop of the sky
how careful, the artist who’s done good
to trick our credulous eye
the tree, against the backdrop of the sky
seems so distant, so utterly alone
she tricks our credulous eye
and causes our callous hearts to moan
I seem so distant, so utterly alone
a shapeless cloud, searching for myself
my callous heart does moan
an artist cloaked in stealth
a shapeless cloud, searching for myself
cutting a careful mold of paper tree
I’m an artist, cloaked in stealth
transforming wood to what it’s meant to be
I am a careful mold of paper tree
I block the essence of my source
and so transform to what I’m meant to be,
allow my roots to run their course.