My art is like a song, first in the distance, I hear it softly.
The tune catches a place in my heart and I feel it closer.
It goes from a few disconnected notes and keeps swelling.
I hear the song completely.
I see it in my mind.
I hear it in my heart.
It moves me in a dance, the flames of the torch, the softness of the fabric.
I see it, piece by piece, come together in my hands.
I recognize it as the notes I first heard in the distance.
A mixture of mediums is how my art is made.
It could be fibers, gently teased apart to become felt or ceramics fired in my kiln.
It could be precise sewing, either by hand or machine, each stitch evenly spaced.
Often it’s metal, cut and welded, manipulated and shaped by heat.
Sometimes it’s done in quiet meditation in comfort and seclusion.
Sometimes it’s in my welding shop, where it’s hot and gritty and I have to pay close attention because it is dangerous.
No matter which one of the mediums I am using I hear the music and I dance.
From my Blog
If most photos you see of Rothenburg includes a wall or an arch it is because this medieval village is walled and full of character and charm. There are multiple towers that are now within the village but were once the exterior of the edges of town. You can climb very steep, narrow stairs to walk along the top of the wall and overlook the forests that [...]
Bamberg is one of Europe's largest fully intact old town centers. Immediately after we begin our tour we walk along the river and view "Little Venice", a delightful row of period houses the feature overflowing window boxes of flowers. Bridges criss cross the river to different areas of town, the Island district (the center of town), the Gardeners District and the City on the Hills make up [...]