Artist Statement:
A walk on the shore could turn into hours of looking touching listening feeling. Everything instills wonder in me. Everything demands to be picked up, to be looked at. The mussels rocks seaweed sticks bricks crabs wood water. Building arranging observing picking throwing things. Salt blue gray flowing popping pockets of air in seaweed. Sitting in the woods in awe of the moss hanging in the same direction and the light filtering through branches, the pines creaking yet standing straight in line together. Sun on my face is all I need to be happy. These days and always.
At the same time, I can’t help thinking about the scale of waste we see and produce. My print practice alone makes a lot. There’s plenty of debris on the coast—no shortage of subject matter. It’s already there, and we can’t undo it, so why not consider it treasure? Waste not. Want not. Let’s not waste our waste again.
This is my Collection of Treasures, woodcut on Rives BFK and Sekishu paper, 2023
