When I create a title for a particular figure sculpture I am working on, I have developed a practice of spending time sitting with the sculpture, letting the sculpture itself tell me what its name is.
It’s a step of faith to put a piece, representing days or weeks of work, into the kiln, close the lid, and bring up the fire.
As an artist, I often find my journey following odd little twists and turns. As a Christ follower, the Holy Spirit is the one who owns my creative process, and the manner in which even the little bits of beauty I try to create find ways to speak life to those around me. Some time […]
As I sat looking at the finished piece, I was drawn to her eyes and the way she was holding her arms. I sensed the tension we live in every day, perpetually suspended between the past and the future.
My first actual responses to the self isolation and “shelter at home” of the CoVID-19 crisis came as a simple image in my imagination — a blindfold.
It’s impossible to ignore the impact of the recent CoVID-19 pandemic on our lives and the way we interact with the people we are used to having around us. As an artist, I am finding it equally difficult to ignore the impact of our current situation on my art and creative process.
The sculpture, Shattered, didn’t start out as a particularly profound piece of art, but it took one of my most painful moments as an artist to turn it into a signature piece. More of that story here. I have participated in the Southern Hands Artists Studio Tour (SHAST) for several years. This year, a group […]
Drawing dancers in their tutus, and the layers and layers of translucent tulle has always been a challenge for me … Trying to sculpt this in clay, … that was a technical challenge I had never been brave enough to attempt.
Fired terracotta clay, 12″ We live, so often, blinded by the darkness, both around us and within us. The light is there, but our eyes are closed to it. Then something happens, and we open our eyes. The harsh reality of the light both terrifies us, and calls us forward. We are faced with a […]
Painlike a knife.I’m afraid to movelest I force it deeper. As years have gone by since since the passing of my father, I have begun to understand just how complicated my relationship was with him. In many ways, as I was growing up, I saw him as the perfect father — faithful to his wife, […]
When we step into the realm of asking God to speak into and through our art, there is no way of telling where He is going to take us, or take the work which we create. “Sparrow” was my own stumbling attempt to respond to the dark reality of Human Trafficking, and the stories I […]
I sat down in the studio the other day, with no specific image in my head, other than the desire to create a figure. I started working from a life drawing I drew recently, and the pose with the tilted head began to emerge. As I refined the figure, I saw her, tilting her head […]