In Los Angeles I live an urban life on the outer edge of downtown L.A. where it's warm and dry and, even though we're in the first days of November, my windows are wide open. There is a lot of activity on the street that I can hear as I write this from my 3rd story loft.
To retreat I return to the low hills and the tiny islands of Ireland worn into appealing gentle forms over millennia of exposure to rain and ice. With the Inch series I've created an interior environment that brings these soft forms with their gentle presence to my mind and heart.
To one collector Donagadee - above, brought to mind a pregnant female form. To another, the Islandmagee tryptic in the series is so surreal that she believes aliens are ready to crack out of those eggs. Whereas, to me, they bring to mind burial mounds.
Ripeness, pregnancy and anticipation seem to be present in many visitors’ minds when they’re in the presence of this work. What do you see when you look at them?