My son and I live far apart and so have a crafted a way of storytelling in a shared language of art and history. We have learned how to love, across distance and time.
This artwork explores the idea of place as a poetic landscape. It is shaped with found objects, fragments of hand written letters and telephone wires. Then painted with oils and burnished with wax.
It is a play on the idea of reaching out to another and being heard.
Letters To My Son
Fairy Dust & Sparkles
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Drawn to a deep place
of ancient derivation. Unfurling
into our own spiral universe.
Dandelion whorls of desire
The center holding steady
In our becoming. A graceful arc
from where we began. Searching
for whom we wish to be.
Life is a beautiful seashell
spiral,
a golden ratio
of perfection. Emanating
from within us, inscribed in us
A sacred still point. Destiny.
Shaped within our bodies.
Etched by our words, our actions.
All that we touch is made magic.
Fairy dust and Sparkles.
This is our mark upon the world drawn by hand in indelible ink. The life we live, the work we make, the people we love. This is our spiral remembrance.
For Collette
