an old spool of thread squashed into pieces by the tires of many cars. a random find on a random back country road that i just happened to look down and pick up. an oracle of sorts.
hanging on by a thread.
we are four women, mothers, artists, and friends….we are four kindreds;
we are four,
but together we create;
kindred, Savannah, GA; 4.26.19
The first showing of Sweeping the Graves opened in October and I had the chance to speak about the work at the second reception in November. The life altering, sacred experience of working for more than 20 years as a hospice social worker will forever be ingrained into my soul and this work is an attempt to honor those many people who allowed me through their grace, to walk alongside them as they left this earth. There is a book with direct quotes from patients and families and a few of my personal impressions that accompany this show as well as an interactive memorial piece that invites viewers to tie a white ribbon onto framed tree branches in honor of their loved ones. There will be a second showing of this work in Fairhope, Alabama in April of 2019.
Details from my large installation, Collective Consciousness at the Murmurations exhibition October 6 - 26th in Raleigh, NC. After learning of the title of the show and thinking about what a murmuration in nature is about, I felt compelled to create an installation that brought together the artistic energies of the 10 artists into one piece. Just as murmurations take their cue from only seven other birds around them to move collectively as a whole, I felt it would be fascinating to extemporaneously create a site specific piece that encompassed our artistic, collective whole. I asked each artist for an image or object that they would like to share as part of this piece and incorporated it into the install. The entire piece comprised close to 300 individual prints and one of a kind objects.
a dear friend wrote to me yesterday to express her condolences over the loss of my corgi girl, Molly Dodd. her words were her truth and they were heartfelt...she knew my heart was hurting, she wished she could make it better, and she loved me. her letter was a soothing balm. in her simple and loving words, she expressed the three universal truths that we all long for in this world:
to know we matter.
to know we aren't alone.
to know we're loved.
grief is only ever about love. without it, grief would never exist. i just wish love didn't have to bring grief along... grief is such an inconsiderate asshole.
after we said goodbye to Molly, we turned down the road and a giant murmuration of birds was in front of us. tim stopped the car and we watched them ascend.
cry heart, but never break.