Wise Grid
Recently I had a wisdom tooth filled with silver. What are the vessels and measurements for wisdom? How do our bodies become tools for orientation within a space of the unknown? How do we traverse the meditative paths? I made an etching with a grid using the length of my filled wisdom tooth and marked the lines with finely spun silk thread spun by hand on my spinning wheel. The project required 3000 ft of two ply thread which I touched its entire length 9 times in the act of creating the mark on the plate. The etching of plate managed to capture the individual fibers of the silk, just 10 microns thick.
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Handmade cloth, particularly when gifted, extends its protective qualities beyond physical toward psychological/emotional protection. The composition of this was influenced by the back and forth dialogue found in text messaging and photos. We usually consider them private conversations, but with fewer civil protections on electronic devices, privacy is no longer a given. I'm mulling over the implications while making something attractive and protective.
arche.type
Arche.typecast cast abstract comic made with plaster, graphite, detritusinfluenced by punch cards, quipus, sailing and burial grounds
Circuits and Sails
Abstract Comic
oil paint, graphite, and Xerox collage on vintage paper with digital text
published as Detritus in Ink Brick #7
8.5 x 11 inch each
After Image Collaboration
After Image is an experimental collaborative work between choreographer, Joanna Mendl Shaw, and visual artist, Erin Curry, and dancers at the University of Florida addressing the territory between dance and drawing for 2016 SwampDance Fest. The content of the performance is informed by S.A. Andrée failed arctic expedition via hot air balloon in 1897. Appropriate to the collaborative process are intertwined themes of terra incognita, navigation, hubris, risk, and failure where the stage/drawing and dancers/markmakers engage in dialogue where one cannot by left unmarked by the other.
luna sea
Poems to the Sea
This abstract comic book is an unofficial sequel to Cy Twombly’s Poems to the Sea. This is the sounding and imprecise mapping of what lies between us, the surface, and the void. 24 pages, Federal Blue ink, Risographed, Saddle-stitched - Published by Ley Lines. Copies available in Shop
maybe we are the door
“maybe we are the door” is an interactive sculpture with plaster basin, liquid, wooden rings, light. Title and drawing text drawn from the hidden text in my junk mail folder
freckle constellation
The movement and presence of stars are material we’ve use for millennia to mark our place in the world and navigate by. During a research trip to Ireland two years ago I visited the derelict home of my great-grandfather. As I travelled through the country, I found myself surrounded by people with the same abundance of freckles as I have. Our chaotic skins seemed to make up for the lack of stars so often obscured by the cloud cover common there. This abundance tied us to the landscape, and in response, I photographed my own freckles and made a paper map of them, interleaving pressed wildflowers as constellations (Figure 8). The paper maps hang above head-level to replace the naturally found drawing of stars in the sky with constellations of freckles. Thus I tied my inherited physical traits to the landscape of my ancestors.