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Reflections of Emptiness in the American Dream
I’ve traveled the back roads and captured the moments that speak. The landscapes have their own story. Buried in the lines and cracks, trickling down the waterways and through the skies. The story of time and the nature of being.
ancestors spoke when I was young. They told me what was here, what was
real and what was needed. They showed me the future, and whispered of
the past. This land remembers. It has a voice. And it wants to be heard.
in the land,” the voice said. Stories are written and spoken, but I
needed to know. Surrendering to intuition and forsaking the known, I
observed in the world around me the path I was destined to take.
Relating patterns, unfolding perceptions, traveling this naked reality
in pursuit of understanding.
I am very pleased to present this project which has been developed for the past eight years and includes twenty years of photographic work. Captured on black and white film and
printed three ways; traditional, contemporary and mixed media, the project is
story of self realization; an
investigative journey into past, present and future. The haunting photographs of nature are symbols, field notes
and mnemonic devices for a map of knowledge I sought to document.
War Pony, Window in the Forest, Storm on the Horizon
platinum palladium prints
Thirty years ago, I had a vision. I told no one. It wasn’t the first time, but it was the only time of such acute intensity and specificity. It told me of the future and now that future is happening. “When will I be free?” I called out silently to the mountain from the deepest desperation within my heart, “When will all be free?” Like a shock wave the answer came, nearly knocking me to the ground. My sight went dark and the voice began speaking. “Many people will die.” Disoriented and feeling like I was going to pass out, with great effort I pulled myself upright and refocused my sight. “These people will die,” the voice said as I walked away from the center of the monument as quickly as possible. Not wanting anyone to notice, I made my way to the other side of the booths near the parking lot. Seeing no one, I crouched down, unfocused my eyes, listened and looked at what was being shown to me.
trouble with memory. There were parts of my mind I couldn’t access and
years of my life I could not recall. “Someday you will photograph your
experience,” the voice said. These photographs are symbols. Field notes.
Mnemonic devices for a map of the knowledge I was searching for and a
method of restoring my mind. Everything is connected and everything had
to be tested.
“Like this bowl of water,” the elder said, “your vision is clear.”
This work is a document of the past and threshold to the future. It is
evidence. Something to leave behind. I have had to be honest though I
didn't want to. “I think you are born to it,” my godmother said looking
out the window as we went into our meditation. Everything is Vipassana.
Opened Up Inside
mixedmedia on canvas
consequence of oppression and abuse are the same on an individual level
as on the societal and the environmental. The dominator’s control over
powerlessness, erasure of identity, attack on memory and silencing of
speech and thought by physical, emotional and psychological pain and
manipulation result in severe, traumatic injury of mind, body and soul.
This traumatized relationship with ourselves is reflected in our
conception and our treatment of the earth and all that is a part of it.
work, a visual language is developed through the environment which
expresses a range of sensory experiences both present, past and future.
Struggling to regain lost memories through PTSD, depersonalization,
physical disablement and pain, I found myself in isolation, losing my
identity and forced to find identity within myself. This work is about
suffering and the cessation of suffering. Much insight can be gained
from such an ordeal.
Through understanding the process of erasure and finding ways to experience peace and awareness, rather than fear and distortion, I learn to stay present in a life that has been under constant threat and attack. Photographing my experience in a practice of non-attachment, the forms reveal the hidden truth of my experience. The more I speak, the more I photograph, the more agency I develop until I am able to stand in clarity. Healing occurs of absolute necessity. Creating space for where one is without trying to change (or distract from) the experience is essential to a true traveler's journey through suffering.
Antibody, Be Here Now, Seeking Peace
pigment prints mounted to aluminum
FREED FROM RAGE AND SORROW
January 26th - March 26th, 2023
414 Canyon Road, Santa Fe, NM
Artist Reception Feb. 3rd, 2023 5-7pm
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