Annunciatioin 24" diameter, oil with 23k gold on panel.
Over the past month I have had the opportunity to speak with several groups. Weaving thought threads through a conversation is a favorite process; I use it to bring attention to some of the more subtle aspects of energies in this world.
If we take this poem by Mary Oliver:
Heron Rises from the Dark, Summer Pond
is the long-necked, long-bodied heron,
always it is a surprise
when her smoke-colored wings
and she turns
from the thick water,
from the black sticks
of the summer pond,
rises into the air
and is gone.
Then, not for the first or the last time,
I take the deep breath
of happiness, and I think
how unlikely it is
that death is a hole in the ground,
that ascension is not possible,
though everything seems so inert, so nailed
back into itself--
the muskrat and his lumpy lodge,
the fallen gate.
And especially it is wonderful
that the summers are long
and the ponds so dark and so many,
and therefore it isn’t a miracle
but the common thing,
this trailing of the long legs in the water,
this opening up of the heavy body
into a new life: see how the sudden
gray-blue sheets of her wings
strive toward the wind; see how the clasp of nothing
takes her in.
-Mary Oliver, Five Points Press, Winter 2001, p. 7.
Mary Oliver takes us to the edge of the pond with her, to watch this (common) occurrence. The bird takes flight. And through the (airborne) vehicle of poetry, we are able to enter into this most abstract thought, and explore this idea of transformation with her. Our thoughts go our own ways. When the clasp of nothing takes in the winged creature, it takes me in, too.
The subtle pleasure of flight, whether snow, bird or leaves, is a fluid energy that moves our observation into an imaginative space we might not even notice. Until dreamtime, or until we see something successively: twice, thrice, and we know the direction the déjà vu points us in.
My work is an energy connector: it activates connection. I go backward through the poem and arrive at an image. Maybe it will connect with the poem through someone's brain filled with esoteric knowing. Maybe not, maybe the image will construct its own pathway of connectivity, irrelevant of the poem. While we connect our energies to each other through our daily interactions, I'm focused on also including the natural world in daily connectivity. We are not separate from, but embedded in the web/s of life that make up this planet. My work makes visible the connections of energy that surround, suffuse and inhabit our world.
The Clasp of Nothing Takes Her In, 2008, 20" image diameter,
oil with 23k gold on paper, 31"x26", sold.
Let me be
in the golden dust
the black soot
Let me coalesce
in the thickets of
push and pull
twine across eons
of the rest,
but the star
the patches of
this flaming light
of the dust from
Flower in the Clouds, 7" Image diameter, oil with copper on prepared paper, 19.75"x17.25", framed.
What is barreling down the highway right now?
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