When my daughter Edie was born on June 24, 2011, my life, my practice, my everything was jolted into the stratosphere. Her presence has ushered in a heightened awareness and a personal sense of rebirth within me that paralleled her endless discovery of life and the world. Her exploration involves a sense of immediacy where everything in her line of vision and within her grasp is subject to her full attention.
My work is a collage of a million tiny dots of ink. This work is drawn on the reverse side of pages of 100 year old paper from a world atlas that I have carried around for the last 30 years. Using magnification to draw layers of color creating surface textures, I am thereby absorbed by the miniature landscape of curious shapes. I encourage viewers to approach and experience the abstraction of scale.
In the making of art, the presence and/or representation of Mother Nature, or nature in general, is put forward as the separation of that which we perceive as human or self and that which we categorize as the other. In this separation, the assignment of gender to nature is an arbitrary and at times, pejorative act. This is attributable to a patriarchal structure in politics and mythology that chooses to designate nature as unpredictable, wild or irrational, mainly in moments of catastrophe such as hurricanes, tsunamis or earthquakes.
