I can think of three things that have shaped my art and my life from childhood to the winter of these years: striving for the unique; bringing a fearless passion to the work, and the one I’m getting better at; not taking it all too seriously.
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Of Earth & Water
There is story in the piece of wood lying twisted and forgotten along the shore. It holds within its layer upon layer an ancient collective memory that lives true in all of us, a memory with which –on some level– we get. It might speak of mother-wisdom, or the old healer, or it might tell a story from a time-out-of-mind place where creatures crawled out of the sea and took their first breath of air.
I never know what will come to life when first I touch that piece of wood, but in time it speaks to me of the earth and water from whence it came. I try to honor that call from the depths, allowing it –as deftly as I'm able– into expression.
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Spirits of Wood & Water - Gathering at the Crossroads
Decisions must be made as we find ourselves at the crossroad; what baggage to leave behind and what to embrace as we pack our small suitcase. We travel light now, with a bouyancy remembered from childhood.
In this series feminine faces appear in the wood. Each has a message to impart. each embodies a quality necessary for the new world order. The chosen path shines clear now, full of light sparks and purpose of step.
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I scour the shorelines to find that particular piece of wood, the one bleached by sun, wind and currents. I choose the one with deep crevices, knots and texture. It is the one who has not only endured the cycles of life, birth and death, but has come out of it all, with a story to tell. When I pick that piece up out of the sand or mud, it's like finding hidden treasure. Bringing the piece home and removing the clinging debris drives me to deeper into our connection and the process of rebirth begins. Using polymer clay as my medium I start with the face and in the process a story begins to unfold. I have to say, like most artists, that the story I discover in each piece is always relevant to my own.
Cassandra - Leaving the Shell
Instinctively, reluctantly she is called to leave the shell that has sheltered her so well for so long. Given her recent expansion and breadth of vision the current shelter no longer fits her needs. Vigilant of the dangers, she consigns her mind to the task ahead.
Wall hanging 10"h. sold
Frommel - I knew you when your fields were wild and fertile. You laughed as you leapt to touch butterflies and catch that elusive hummingbird. You picked plump fruit and played it softly between your lips. You brushed against green leaves as if they had burst forth for you alone. You danced between the rows until your legs grew weary and the season of your life turned Winter. You never said good-bye, you never regretted. sold
Flower - Her life as a flower was brief according to linear time, but she remembers it in vivid detail. She holds in her cells the sense of expansion and exhilaration as layer after layer of petals unfold to sky and sun. She remembers too, each lovely bee who lifted from her center to spread her essence throughout the world. sold
Courageous From time beyond memory an irresistible desire calls from the depths of a living being. The time is right; Leave the warmth of these familiar waters and with eyes of wonder – seek, explore, evolve. Available for sale $35 contact Sheri
Twigmull A bug of distinction A bit of a worry-wort, he is vigilant in his protective duties. Alert, he listens intently, watches for predators and warns of impending missteps. Available for sale $35, contact Sheri
Sold and gifted pieces
I like to think that my work (more like play) is infused with the energy that flows through me and into the piece. They come to life for me and seem to have intent and purpose. I send them off with love and when they do find their way into a new home, I like to think of them filling the space with Light. In that way I feel fulfilled.
The Hermit Into the dark forest I follow, into places of my unspoken terrors. I take comfort in my grip on your cool, bony hand, your footfall, silent and sure on our chosen path.
Sold at Fallbrook Art Center Find Magnified Show $95
Effrin - You were never lost dear one, you simply forgot the way. You became so caught up in the web of worry you took the alternate path. You will cross your true path at the next fork in the road. Close your eyes and see yourself in the calm of wood and water.
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