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About
On BEing explores themes of emotional turmoil, particularly the disorienting and often jarring experiences of seeking belonging, navigating grief, and pursuing self-transformation. Framed through the lens of the natural world, drawing subtle parallels between human emotion and the elements of nature. In this way, it examines the interconnectedness of these two realms and invites reflection on the broader existential questions that shape our understanding of self—how we practice being and belonging within the world around us.
The formal, process, and material aspects of the work blur the lines between the mediums of ceramics, printmaking, and textiles through innovative techniques. The work incorporates traditional printmaking methods—such as monoprint transfer and screenprinting—to create new approaches for decorating ceramic surfaces. The collection of “wall tapestries,” each composed of tessellating ceramic tiles in various shapes, sizes, and formations, echo traditional quilting patterns. The series weaves together observations drawn from the natural world, rendered through ceramics, and reflections on the inner landscapes we all navigate. These layers are stitched together by the subtle—sometimes nearly imperceptible—thread that connects our internal emotional landscapes to the external natural rhythms and elements of the earth.
Homeostasis and the painful courage
of accepting equilibrium.
[ Toxicodendron pubescens : Arctostaphylos manzanita ]
Toxin.
Poison.
Virus.
Remedy.
Antidote.
Cure.
Sorrow.
Joy.
Decay and growth.
Grief and gratitude.
A balanced system.
Approx 60% and the uncomfortability
of being purposely aimless.
Running.
Flowing.
Falling.
Eroding.
Converging.
Swelling.
Cresting.
Crashing.
Breaking.
How easily forgotten.
A thunderstorm a week ago,
Returning to the ocean once more.
Countless permutations
diluted in veins.
Temporary custodian.
Hydrogen.
Oxygen.
Dripping with the memory,
of
infinite
transmutations.
Unknown Outcomes and quiet lonely transformations in the dark.
The space between not knowing and knowing
is dark.
Transformation begs for
Hope.
In the face of uncertainty
Resiliency.
Teach me how
to plunge my celestial body forward
into shadow.
Be embraced by it.
Consumed.
Eclipsed by it.
The space between not knowing and knowing,
is fertile ground.
The vine savors three long years
tending to roots
before bearing fruit.
Each transition,
a lesson. Each phase,
a reflection. Each season,
a blessing.
All are necessary and whole, another awaits.
Comorbidities and the recognition
of a need for belonging.
Do it slowly.
As nature would.
Unferl
one frond
at a time.
Take root.
Be witnessed.
Dear creature of community.
All flourishing is mutual.
