Hollow

Feb-May  2023

How do I distill months of work and countless influences into a paragraph?

The vines were gleaned over endless walks with the aim of creating large woven receptacles that became so much more than their structure.

After months and months of weaving and gathering often in frigid acrimonious weather they are sacred … a place to hold my art and all the gifts that nature gives.

When you random weave there is a meditative, intuitive, somatic experience. It is a fluid experience that is not rational or logical. In fact initially apart from a few rudimentary skills there is no technique. What reason there is, is without analytical reasoning and the meditation is when you bridge the gap between a conscious choosing of the right width or length of the vine and the unconscious reasons for why this particular piece fits.

Somatic ;- in relationship to the body especially as distinct to mind