REFUGEES AND SURVIVORS
Earth-clay, straw, binder, jute string, manzanita prunings, discarded clothing, burlap metal armature, plumbing pipes
This series of work speaks of environmental/climate and political refugees and their quest for safety, survival, and a place to call "home".
Earth clay or mud and straw or grasses, dung, or hair, with and without sand have been used to build shelter throughout the millennia and planet. The medium here is also the message. We come from and return to the earth. We are temporary and transmuting; transitioning. If left in the elements untreated, the works will eventually decompose, as does all organic matter.
I harvest earth-clay from various elevations in Lake County. Primordial, colorful, and a living mix of composting past, vital and decaying matter of the present, and the potential of new growth and nourishment of the future.
Does it matter? What impact have you made? What impact have I made? What kind of composting bed of nourishment can and will we leave for those who come after us. We are but a blip in the continuum of time. We have been refugees, we have wandered. Many have survived disasters and unthinkable trauma. We share the planet yet we inflict pain in the name of greed, possession, and power.
During our time here, what can we do to heal, help, contribute?
Earth-clay, straw, binder, jute string, manzanita prunings, discarded clothing, burlap metal armature, plumbing pipes
This series of work speaks of environmental/climate and political refugees and their quest for safety, survival, and a place to call "home".
Earth clay or mud and straw or grasses, dung, or hair, with and without sand have been used to build shelter throughout the millennia and planet. The medium here is also the message. We come from and return to the earth. We are temporary and transmuting; transitioning. If left in the elements untreated, the works will eventually decompose, as does all organic matter.
I harvest earth-clay from various elevations in Lake County. Primordial, colorful, and a living mix of composting past, vital and decaying matter of the present, and the potential of new growth and nourishment of the future.
Does it matter? What impact have you made? What impact have I made? What kind of composting bed of nourishment can and will we leave for those who come after us. We are but a blip in the continuum of time. We have been refugees, we have wandered. Many have survived disasters and unthinkable trauma. We share the planet yet we inflict pain in the name of greed, possession, and power.
During our time here, what can we do to heal, help, contribute?
