Home for a visit, Medicine Woman is blessing the new year with a shake of her golden rattle. May all who see her feel the energy and soar into a new year free of evil spirits. She resides in Liberty Maine at the Davistown Museum. Here is the link:
Birth is a pathway to eternity. Bones remain the sole witness of a mortal existence and provide a narrative of our earthly life. My work shows that death is not morbid, but simply the end of growth; I strive to resurrect forgotten spirits and recover stories of those deceased. In my sculptures, bones have a voice; they can now forever speak for themselves.
I dedicate this piece to my nephews Matt, Mike, and grandniece Amber, gone but not forgotten.
Alone, and rejected from her tribe, Pretty White Bird
dances in the moonlight, the only light she’s ever known.
Cast aside for her difference, embraced only by creatures of
the night, she is stranded between loyalty and self preservation.
Prayer to Gods of Sea
In swells of glory, and droughts of despair,
The Dance of the Twins
The Twins stand in the spotlight of human arrogance. They dance, carefree, appearing to cheat death. Gazing upon their beauty, we screen out the decaying teeth. We pause and accept these are indeed the remains of a mortal, yet still the fantasy persists, denying our fate is just as certain. How easy it is to look to the right or left of death and imagine our time is not borrowed.
The Chalice is one of a series of raised vessels in which I experimented with the process of raising a flat copper sheet into a formed metal cup. The glowing silver cross and dangling rosary likely depicts early memories of Sunday mass at St. Patrick’s and a childhood of mysterious rituals I did not fully understand. The image evokes a somber stillness. I recall a collective body of formally dressed strangers towering over my head, hopeful seekers of redemption. Amidst the waft of frankincense and myrhh, I was hushed to silence, and so I focused on this mysterious cup: The Chalice.
When carving into this piece, I saw a mouth dropped open in horror and then many faces spiraling upward and outward in an apocalypse. This sculpture is about the evil of oppression and the dignified spirit of those trying to fight it off. The presence seems noble, yet haunting, so I named it “Dark Knight” to emphasize both its dark being and the experience of a dark passage.