My first post is the artist statement for my show which recently came down at Thompson Giroux Gallery in Chatham, NY. I’ve never written such a personal statement before. Usually I talk philosophy and spirituality or the work’s connection to history. When I sat down to write this time there was no thinking. It wrote itself and I didn’t question.
This body of work was created over the course of a year. In that time, I have witnessed a parent’s struggle with dementia and the blossoming of a teenage daughter. I have watched the culture and landscape of America change in alarming ways. I have held a newborn. I have sold my first piece to a permanent gallery collection and been photographed with a celebrity on Miami Beach. I have both homeschooled my child and driven her to school for the first time in five years. I have experienced the terror of a cancer diagnosis and surprising changes to my body as the result of treatment. I have lost friends who couldn’t bear the pain of witnessing my pain. I have comforted my sister through her cancer treatment. I have danced at a friend’s seventies inspired wedding and eaten chanterelles and venison that my husband harvested from the hill where we live.
I am and am not the same person I was a year ago.
What remains unchanged?