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a lament…
to grieve our fractured relationship with the natural world… I played with sticks, leaves, and seeds that I gathered over the course of 3 years for this group of art work. As an artist I wanted to be the tool, not the subject. As I cut, painted, made mold and felted my collection, I tried to hear, I tried to see beyond. I think it goes like the famous song by Joni Mitchell: …Don't it always seem to go, That you don't know what you've got till it's gone… |
“They took all the trees, and put them in a tree museum, And they charged the people a dollar and a half to see them” Ficus lyrata leaves,handmade paper,plaster mold and monoprint on tracing paper assemblage |
“A Summer Under Pirnal Tree”
A summer with wild fires in Bodrum, Turkey Mediterrannean Holly Oak (Quercus ilex) acorns, monoprint on balsa wood Quercus ilex, holly oak is a hardy evergreen that has been part of Mediterranean landscape for thousands of years. Now it has a small presence in the arid, naked hills of Bodrum Mugla, Turkey. Its future is uncertain with prolonged drought and wild fires. (In July and August 2021, a series of more than two hundred wildfires burnt 42,000 acres of forest in Turkey's Mediterranean Region in the worst-ever wildfire season in the country's history.) |
“Pains of Being Pure at Heart"
Diorama,maple samaras, gilded |
