The exploration of delivering a being from a state of forsaken territory is repetitive in my investigation as an artist. Creating and embracing material beings represents a concept of one being transformed, renewed and redeemed of the past. Examining the world in which we exist, there are immeasurable possibilities for redemption and for renewal.
Recovering forms of discarded, abandoned material creates a remembrance of something, bringing to light a new being. I am currently focused on methods to create conversation of abandonment through the use of found objects combined with constructed surfaces. I find fragile, discarded remnants that are extremely significant and worthy of redeeming their quality into a new precious being. Creating a paradox of abandonment and preciousness is at the foundation of the process of my work. Delicate use of color, form and texture often play a pivotal role in creating relationships between materials used in the work. The moments of subtle contemplation of a found object and its nature is aesthetically pleasing and creates a spark to renew the object into its new existence.
Creating new space and new definition for these pieces reinforces ideas of merit in which they are worthy of being revealed as new. Deliverance of a neglected past can allow for a new light to be shed on these new created moments of artwork.
I don’t know what made me edit this post, or why I am struggling for the right words to say. I don’t think there are enough words to thank you for how you have worked in my life and how much I miss you. Ten years seems so far away but I still remember like it was yesterday. You were the fragrance of Christ in my life, you are the reason I found what I was meant to live for. Who I was meant to live for. And for that I will forever be grateful. You are the woman I hope I will someday become, graceful, compassionate, and ready for His will to be done with open arms.
I’m totally out of my comfort zone here. I have no where to hide, I am completely vulnerable. Temptation is always creeping in. I miss comfort and happiness and love. I cannot accept the truest part of myself. That I am Yours. You give me everything I need and yet I can’t accept that. You put me in the dark, I’m ready to get out, on my time. But our times cannot intersect. Give me patience to get through this. Teach me to have joy in my weakness.