The female figure is my usual vehicle for expression. The female hand wields the needle, knife, and paintbrush; and that hand and mind shape the landscape my figures inhabit. The figures themselves are inwardly-focused though their gaze may be disconcertingly direct. Often they chafe at the constraints of mode but who does not also wish for the rustle of silk in their life? The figures stand proud of the backgrounds to achieve a flat/3D effect- turning the frame into a doorway, each piece a portal through which to glimpse private dramas. My work has been favorably compared to that of Joseph Cornell but in fact has been more influenced by the animation work of Jan Svankmajer, the luscious patterns, textures and graphic forms of Eyvind Earle, the eerie dioramas of the Cray Brothers and the anonymous work of my sister Seamstresses of times long past or never existed.
I have been working in my bricolage style since 2000. My artwork is represented by galleries in Provincetown, MA; Rhinebeck, NY; and Hudson, NY; and in numerous private collections.
About Some of the Series:
The Esopus Mystics works arose from a conviction I held in my childhood that the woods behind our house held an uncanny secret. If I achieved the right speed and turned at the right angle on the path at one particular point, I would break through to another world. I crashed my bike more than a few times and suffered bruises and scrapes but never managed to get to that other place. Now I live many hundreds of miles away but that uncanny place still exists, the gateways have merely shifted.
The pieces in the series incorporate materials gathered from the natural world, tokens and traces of what lies beyond - and slightly to the left of - the oak, if only one could get there. The materials dictate the story of each piece. In the case of the Twins, I found one Cardinal feather and then, a while later, a feather from a Blue Jay. They were similar sizes and seemed to belong to siblings, different yet entwined.
"Mombaccus Dreamer" uses Guinea Fowl feathers a friend gathered from her flock, she lives in the hamlet of Mombaccus, NY, and I just liked that word. "Spring Ritual"employs small bones; it is a paean to spring.