The foxglove grew tall and fell over with the rain, so I didn’t mind cutting a few stems and bringing it indoors. I do hope that the rest seeds itself profusely. I know so little about watercolor, I thought I might spend some time this Summer exploring it a little more seriously. You’ll have to trust me that the drawing below looks better in person, but I’m still working on it and will take a more careful photograph later.
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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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