We live in different times. “Other” is openly feared, rejected and abused. Can we still bring loving curiosity when we look into anothers eyes?
I produced this body of work while living in my new studio, surrounded by boxes, patiently dreamimg of moving in the house and reclaiming the work space. Step by Step, we get to where we need to be. By chance (the way so many good things come…), I had just been given a suite of inks made from natural plants: indigo, quebracho, pomegranate, Brazilwood, kamala, silver cassia, buckthorn. Which made this dreamy painting session, layer after layer or pencils, inks, guache, acrylic mixed with adobe dirt from my new home. I began by clouding the faces, mapping out transitions, wanderings, growth and crisis. And always, mapping gratitude. For the ancestors, and the web of loving support that keeps a human going in spite of it all.
