June 23, 2022 Riachuelo, Cedaredge, Co.

When I was an undergraduate sculpture major, the rule was if you can’t make a ‘good’ sculpture, make it big and red. I have never made a red sculpture, until a few days ago.

Reflecting, I have to ask myself about the rules. It has taken me so long to make sculptures again. I had vowed at one point not to. But as a dear friend recently reminded me, objects and images can be a point of contact for thought, consideration, contemplation, beauty… Beauty in that our bodies engage with materials. We feel through our bodies, we engage in the world through experiences, we don’t have to limit these engagements to virtual experiences and we cannot. It is not possible. We, collectively, are embodied beings not parts of a whole, but whole unto ourselves as worthy of love and belonging despite our fragility, imperfections, doubt and whatever fears we have about who we are and how we fit into or are a part of this moment.