I believe in visual art's power to communicate the nuances that we haven’'t yet learned in words. I believe in the imperfect, the cracked, the broken, the aging -– the quiet beauty that is so subtle that it could easily be overlooked, but when noticed, stops time. I know we all crave a simpler, quieter way of life, a more accepting attitude towards existence, and I know we all crave beauty; our definition of beauty needs only to be pried a little wider. The stains in our favorite teacups -– the wrinkles around our eyes –- the uneven stitches in a hand-knit quilt, these are full of the energy of age, the power of being loved over and over again. A reclaiming of heritage is in order in this world where it's easier to throw away than to mend. An embracing of our “flaws” is in order, to be kinder to ourselves - and to be kinder to the world.
The first piece 'Tuck' about isolation, sensitivity, mortality, and quiet beauty. It's about loneliness, and self-love. The second piece shows a girl in the middle of a large patch of bunchberries, a starchy, bitter, bright orange berry used as a last-resort emergency food.