Wet-felted wool and lyocell.
Be water, my friend. Be the power, the flow of the wave, then the gentle of retreat of the ebb.
Illumination
Wet-felted wool, silk, embellishments, foam felted pillow, fairy led lights.
In my solitude, I am alone but not lonely.
My thoughts become clouds and float on the breeze as only feathers can in weightless wonder.
I drink from the stream of tranquility and emerge from under the cares of the day, embracing serenity my thoughts creep in then float away.
My body surrenders to this quiet place.
Enveloped in love, I see the first cell, the essence of life, the face of creation.
I welcome the light, surrender to the spell, succumb to solitude, I find illumination.
Fleeting
Hand-dyed silk, wet-felted wool.
Our beautiful monarch population has declined by 72% in the past 10 years and is at risk for extinction. Habitat destruction over decades in migratory monarchs’ wintering grounds has taken a massive toll. The impact is felt by both the western population and the eastern population. In summer habitats, pesticides used in agriculture have killed monarchs and also milkweed, the plant in which the lay larvae. Climate change, too, is an increasing threat as dramatic weather events such as hurricanes and drought threaten their survival. We have the power to save these iconic beauties by planting milkweed, stopping the use of pesticides, and fighting climate change.
Bean Hollow at night
Bean hollow is about an hour south of San Francisco. This image was taken on a foggy night at about 11pm.
Echo Trees
Echo lake is just West of South Lake Tahoe, CA. I did manipulate the coloring of this photo.
Echo Lake, 2022
Echo Lake is just West of South Lake Tahoe, CA. THe water is illuminate with flashlights from below
Horizons
Wet-felted wool and silk with embellishments.
As I gaze at the brilliant sunset, I realize that this daily miracle reflects the life cycle. In life, we dance with the vigor and abandon of youth on the precipice of day and night, with the belief that there is no limit to our dreams. Then, after entering into the rhythm of midlife, we recognize the certainty of the vanishing point on our horizon. Every sunrise, every sunset, every horizon is so unique, so much closer, and so much more precious than the last.
Firestorm
Taken in Banff at about 2pm. There were multiple fire happening that day that completely overcast the day. Pretty amazing.
As Above, So Below
Wet-felted wool, mother of the bride repurposed silk dress, plastic bottle rings, caps, plastic produce netting.
Holy Mackerel! Fish used to be the healthy menu choice. But the big fish eat the little fish and those guys have been feasting on the plastic debris in our waters. These plastics invade our food chain and endanger fish, turtles, seabirds, marine mammals, and humans causing cancer, reproductive disorders, and neurological deficits. DITCH THE PLASTIC!
Reuse, repurpose, recycle!
Stain of a Nation
Naturally distressed American flag embroidered with the dying words of George Floyd.
The blatant murder of George Floyd was committed before our eyes and spotlighted the systemic racism that permeates our society. The nation’s witness to 8 minutes and 46 seconds of torture, his pleas to breathe, and calls to his mother ignited a national rage expressed in protests and riots. With tears streaming down my face, I was moved to embroider his dying words in this vintage distressed American flag. Silence is violence.
