I have always seen the world very differently than most people. I first noticed it when I was little girl around 5 or 6 years old. I began saving food crumbs, scraps of paper, small pieces of string and dust bunnies. I kept them in a shoebox and made tiny toilet paper beds all along the walls. These insignificant and unnoticed weightless little scraps became fully embodied tangible beings to me. In the same way, i felt insignificant and unseen. I now understand this childhood perception is a spiritual principle I see at work in my life today as God puts me together piece by piece.
I see beauty in broken things and make them into Art. I take found objects and relics, the left over scraps and the second hand junk of life, and rework the disparate pieces into a fresh works of art. The process of giving new meaning, perspective, and purpose to what I create is of primary scope to my vision as an artist and seeker of truth.
A couple of weeks ago, I was leaving my art class and my teacher pulled me aside. She described, how earlier in the day she had been setting up a showcase of our class projects for the art center’s end of the year gala. When she carried my piece, seen below, composed from a very old rivet tool, a doll head, an embroidery hoop and a wire kitchen utensil, a young man with autism who had been sitting quietly in his own world suddenly sprang towards her in soul clapping glee to get a closer look at the flying girl.
“He got it!”, she said.
A found connection in the a world of disparate pieces.
