Oh this is slow going indeed. It makes it clear to me why I gave up my art practice when I had a 2nd and then a third child. I couldn’t fit it into 15 minute increments. Today a 1/2 hour went by. No big deal you say? Half hours are precious fare in my life. Meanwhile the kids watch a video, the dogs look on longingly, supper is delayed. My time is coming, I tell myself. My time is coming.
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My work deals with themes of human and nonhuman intelligence, and what it means to return home when the nature of home itself is nebulous and undefined. As an interdisciplinary artist with homebases in painting and printmaking, I explore the interstitial spaces between these and other media, relishing the borderlands–the slippage between idea and medium. Lens based ways of looking interact with a fierce love of materiality that echoes the earth itself, and the ways in which humanity interacts with the homeostatic systems that comprise Gaia, the living earth.
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You are so right – that your time is coming! I remember when my kids were younger – and it is much easier now to get into a large chunk of time now that they are older. It is even great that my teenagers want to be left alone- guilt free art time!
Thank you so much Carolyn- it’s nice to know there’s a light at the end of the tunnel.