Stingy Stabby Pokey 

“As an infant I was placed in a hollow on the side of a hill under an old oak tree. The smells of the freshly dug earth, the sun dappling on my face, and the gentle rocking of the tree were my companions. Wind gusts rustled my hair, and leaves visited me while I gazed up and waved my arms in celebration. Acorns and bugs watched while the grasses danced and whispered me to sleep, leaving me kin to nature. 

As a teen I suffered eye damage due to a Mig welder. This gift left me with voids that live where I look.

My current work reflects the ritual of disassembling the strata of these remembered events. I break them into the relevant pieces then like an offering, I add metalwork to honor their distinct beauty. This work speaks to the peace and solace of nature. They are a reflection of self through the lens of my life experiences. I am fascinated by the poetry of shadows, those voids left by encroaching lichen, crisscrossing tree branches, and the evidence of time.”