Layer after layer, we peel to extract; to shed; to unveil; to relieve…
Affected by the depth of this simple concept, I have been investigating the remnants of things that were once whole – slivers and shavings of Nature’s imagery. On top of that, the act of peeling has become inextricably tied to my relationship with compulsive skin picking over the years. Such a trivial burden of the mind has helped me to see and create in new ways.
I find meaning in working primarily on paper due to the ability to control and carefully pull out forms from the thin surface. I also aim to breathe life back into the imagery of deadwood, stripped bark, and the rose petals from my Grandmother’s recent memorial service.
This message and exhibit is an attempt to open up and I hope it provokes consciousness of the hidden strife within all of us as well as the wonder of things fallen or short-lived.