When I begin a sculpture, I have no awareness that it may become a series or a body of work…it’s just a singular composition in front of me and it often begins with one small object or sensation which then leads and guides the rest of the sculpture….I never draw or plan out my work ahead of time, instead, I work in the moment… and draw inspiration from a very trusted part of myself that guides me without fail.
What I want to touch upon is a phenomenon or, as I like to call it, a ‘rhythm’ that guides me through the act of creating while simultaneously helping me connect to the world and people around me. They go hand in hand. Throughout my 20 years of sculpting I have found that life has a kind of call and response. The call may be the Visual, natural and emotional things we take in on a daily basis and the response is how we then turn around and put it back into our world. This, in its simplicity, has a rhythm to it. Someone might say….well, that’s just life….and I would say, yes, but if your awareness of such call and responses are so dulled, or if someone has not thought in these terms before, this precious connectedness may never be apparent, therefore never be acknowledged.
People might also write these connections off as being mere coincidences etc. And I too did this until I experienced these awesome connected occurrences over and over and over again. Such that it began to truly inform my art work. There are moments that I can see that call and response connectedness as clear as day and it will leave me weeping from its beauty…..or laughing out loud from its audacity. Someone else might say, all that happens to us is predetermined, it’s supposed to happen to you….you were meant to meet that person ect. And to that I would say, that is only half of the picture. We must complete the picture with a response or acknowledgement.
Sometimes it is not very easy to do this, especially when we are not used to seeing the world in this communicative way. And often times we are so burdened with our non-stop life styles that it is hard to pause for a moment…or even look up to see the hawk flying above you.