Termite infested and weather worn; a crooked wooden slab… perfect for reclaiming and restoring lost memories. Inner hostilities confronted the lost memories at every turn and I realize how life shapes these thoughts. I’m aware of these forces fighting within me. There are jagged and sharp pitted edges shaped by nature and the exposed elements, a lifeless but beautiful fragment of a once prosperous life; a majestic Sycamore tree once living the wilderness experience to its fullest.
The process of creating my art becomes a”fetish” experience, a repetition of shaping, smoothing and sanding translucent layers of resin layers cast into the decayed live edge of wood. It is like providing life in the dead arteries of the tree. I seem to work very hard doing this. It is hard work to regenerate this seven foot piece…but I must, its that inner conflict and hostility and good must prevail.
Light beckons the viewer to experience light, its an “eerie” glow that lasts well into the night. The light beckons the viewer to touch the smooth and now alive and transformed piece of wood. Light brings life to art and to life itself.
“We’ve all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act on. That’s who we really are.”
― J.K. Rowling,