This is just a small glimpse into the work that I created last semester. I am not terrifically happy at the outcome of the semester, but I am thrilled with the prospects of the this coming semester. I started the semester by creating the fireplace piece, the quickly became obsessed with Bread and Dough, and the medium consumed me. I am interested in how dough grows and is alive and flesh-like and when it is cooked, it becomes static and dead, but at the same time a source of nourishment. Bread has also been linked across time and history, wedding itself to the Church and Communion as well as humanities symbol of survival. Dealing with certain personal issues last semester regarding displacement and loss, I sought to learn more about family and home and what it means when a mother loses a child. Last semester I fought against myself, against my thoughts and thrust out art like I was picking a scab off of a healing wound. It was none too pleasant. However, this semester, I am looking forward. I am working on a collaborative piece, illustrating a fairy tale “East of the Sun and West of the Moon,” I am also further exploring the technical aspects of creating a bread cradle, as well as creating a life-size nest in my studio in which I play the role of the bird, hunting for soft, pliable material to weave and construct this object.
