Well well, we have the artist with us again. How utterly utterly.
In one of Flannery O’Connor’s short stories, a supercilious wannabe writer is welcomed home by his practical older sister with the leveling line quoted above.
The line resonates with me. After all, it’s hard to take yourself too seriously when you’re a self-taught artist in middle age. On the other hand, I do take making seriously – utterly seriously, you might say. And yet, to really create, I must allow myself to be utterly playful, too, which is why my figures and objects resemble playthings – sometimes.
I create my figures and objects with paper clay, fabric, wood, and often encaustic. Some are constructed around small pieces of wood I spot while walking my three basset hounds through the forest. Others are inspired by old myths and fairy tales, or a favorite passage from a book or poem. I try to create a sense of mystery in my figures and objects, an invitation to ponder what lies beyond your first impression.
I live in Prescott, Arizona with my husband, dogs, and an endless number of deer, javelina, hummingbirds and orb spiders. When I’m not working as a part-time librarian, I’m downstairs in my studio, aka “My Happy Place.”