Statement

I have been working as an artist and exhibiting my work for over 25
years. I would call the resultant body of work a visual journal. While
it is a large and a physically cumbersome accumulation, I nonetheless
consider it a journal. It recalls who and where I was at age twenty,
catalogues the whims and dreams of my youth, reveals how I thought
as a young mother, and portrays what it was like to live and teach in
both a large urban area and in a small town. It also recalls political
issues that touched my life as well as lost family and friends.
      As a young art student I wanted very much to draw from within
myself and acknowledge what I found there to be worthy of setting
down on paper or canvas. The truth within me at that time didn't seem
to be sufficiently profound to be called art. In spite of my early doubts
I came to recognize over the years the essence of life: joy and pain, peace
and anxiety, elation and desperation. That is the marrow of life; what my
work came to be about. On MY internal hard drive is stored a repertoire
of feelings and images, always at the ready for my use—the mix and
match of which often delights me, amuses me, or leads me to something
more profound.
     About four years ago, I tried my hand at a new medium, ceramics.
While I had worked sculpturally in the past, the effort was generally an
adjunct to a two dimensional piece. The sculptural characters I'm presently
creating are not unlike those which frequent my paintings. Beginning with
a series of horns which blow a soulful sound, and followed by a series of
women who continue to have horn-like qualities, the latest pieces now have
the whimsy of recent paintings.

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