Have you seen a purple coneflower? They are commonly seen along roadsides as they are super hardy. They feed a variety of wildlife. Bees and butterflies adore them. Each fall I leave the seed heads for local birds to feast on during winter. They have long taproots so once planted, that's it.
This series developed during my studies as a Master Gardener at the University of Illinois Extension. I spent much time walking through remaining prairie fragments and wondering how I could protect this fragile ecosystem. Education through art seemed the most direct route.
The Glass Prairie is on display at the St. Louis Airport through December. See it in the main ticket hall.
Patterns of Healing
For millennia artists have been fascinated with the form of the human body. As an artist living in the shadow of serious illnesses since childhood, it is the microscopic world within the body that fascinates me. Rather than let the experiences impact me negatively, I am driven to understand the mechanisms that caused my illnesses. This work examines how something you can't see may cause you to be sick or worse yet, kill you. Turning the scary into the beautiful neutralizes the moment making it more manageable to bear.
I will be showing work from the last 25 years of my career. The exhibitiion opens in St. Louis, MO at MICDS Messing Gallery on October 17.
To learn more about the Social Networks collaboration, read this newspaper article.
The beginning of a new series premiers at the Peters Valley School of Craft in the exhibition DOMESTIC MATTERS: The Uncommon Apron, curated by Gail M. Brown. The exhibition coninues through November 3, 2019
I am returning to knitting as a medium to tell the story about the process of empty nesting. Google the phrase and you see middle aged couples happily drinking wine and in a generally happy mood. Is it really that simple?
Empty nesting elicits a range of emotions including pride, happiness, loneliness and a sense of being stuck in a holding pattern. Children grow up, mature, and move on while Mom continues to live in the same place doing the same thing she’s always done. But no matter our baby’s age, our baby is still our baby. Mom’s are expected to step forward whenever called upon, yet blend into the background the rest of the time. It is an unfair societal expectation that keeps the apron strings firmly chained in place. Apron strings that hold the mother and child equally tied together.