My creative mind is like a fertile garden, growing and fruiting in umpteen different directions as I explore new mediums and fresh ways of seeing things.
After two decades of working in clay, several life detours offered up new artistic opportunities and inspiration. One detour was a nasty bout of breast cancer that changed so much more than my body. During my cancer experience, I wrote, illustrated and self-published a graphic novel titled Mammary Lane, A Sketchbook of Breast Cancer Survival (drawings and excerpts from the book can be found in the Galleries section of this website.)
A decade later, my husband, dogs and I made a big move from the Georgia coast to an enchanted piece of land in the state’s upper piedmont. I sold my ceramic kiln and began creating large sculptures in concrete. Around the same time, I began experimenting in sculptural and functional felt, painting and collage. And we dug right into designing and planting fruit, flower and vegetable gardens that helped enhance the display of many of the sculptures.
As an environmental act and to assuage my guilt and complicity, I began incorporating our household non-recyclable plastic items (lids, old toothbrushes, wrappers and random packaging) into the innards of many of the concrete sculptures – thus allowing my non-recyclable trash to stay in situ on the farm rather than adding it to local landfills and the worldwide gyre of plastic. My fervent hope is that one day I won’t have enough plastic to build sculptures around. Until then, I am owning my own trash and exploring ways to re-purpose it into art.
My multi-media roots grow from an eclectic line of southern artists – five generations and counting. I celebrate the artistic influence of my ancestors and the creative forces that draw me, and am grateful that our family’s creativity continues to roll from one generation to the next.