The sculpture work I make these days resembles womanly characteristics: very soft, almost plush in some places, highly organic. I think the shapes I make are inspired by natural things that are very womanly in nature themselves. Flowers…shells…fabrics…clouds…coral…even landscapes. Some of these things appear smooth but are in fact quite hard.
For example, canyon landscapes. They look so smooth, like hills and dunes of sand, but they’re hard as rock (because they are rock). Yet through time, they are as malleable as clay. Rain and winds wash away material, forever polishing, smoothing, carving, and sanding down the surface.
Flowers are supple things; when in their prime they bring beauty and joy. They are soft and precious from the start but in time they deteriorate into drooping, dried wisps—an old echo of a flower. They are lush and succulent for a time, and then they fade away. Their beauty is quite fleeting, but he flower fades and withers away before we are all too ready.
I think of oysters—their juicy bellies thriving inside their protective shell under the sea. All it takes is one grain of sand to irritate them. They can’t handle rocks between their toes so they wrap up the grain of sand in a substance that, over time, forms a pearl. A lifetime of hurts can cause many pearls. Pearls are something very precious we have to offer, tokens from surviving something difficult. I think we often want to share them with others that we see struggling with the same issues.
Opening up an oyster shell makes the oyster very vulnerable. I feel so vulnerable when I share things with others; I am liable to be hurt and stripped of what is precious inside of me. The pearls I have to offer are not just pearls of wisdom; moreover, they are hopes and dreams, the things most precious that I carry inside my heart.
I think the major themes I see developing through this journal alone are vulnerability, softness, temporal, fleeting, malleable. I also like the words evanescent, tenuous, and ephemeral. Tender, delicate, impressionable.