Artifacts

“Attention is the beginning of devotion.”

— Mary Oliver

My work is born out of a practice of deliberate observation, giving attention to my surroundings and finding meaning in ordinary elements in the natural environment. The mark-making that arises from that consideration is purposeful in quieting the mind and creating a more internalized encounter with the natural world.

The story of Artifacts began when I was young. I spent hours sitting with my mother, watching her work her silk needlepoint. She was bedridden with an ongoing assortment of cancers originating from a metastasized lump in her breast that ultimately took her life at just 37. The needlework she created is a physical object that I can hold; tactile evidence of her hand at work, an artifact that’s proof of her brief presence on the planet. My mother made her mark with thread just as I make mine with paint. The objects we create form a generational chain, the artifacts and legacy we leave behind as even as mortal memory fades.

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My Process

Like my mother’s needlework, my artistic process is unhurried and contemplative. It begins by documenting the textures and forms I see in my natural surroundings whether out my window or abroad, through photography, honoring and recording the autographic mark that place makes on a person. The photographs are decayed through digital reduction, much like the memory of a person or place as time passes and the memory starts to fade. This reduction is intentional and acknowledges the beauty of the natural world viewed through technology is never as magnificent as it is in person.

The visual images are methodically transferred to Clayboard, an acid-free ultra smooth kaolin clay ground panel, then painted using fluid acrylic, medium, and a small brush. From a distance, my work may resemble a photographic image; however, upon closer inspection, one discovers a surface teeming with small stitch-like marks. This detail transforms the viewer’s perception of the original object. The brushwork is reminiscent of needlework both in its application and in the emotional connection it invokes for me as the daughter of a stitcher.