It’s been a busy Autumn. Living in a college town it’s always surprising how the energy of this town is driven by the University Schedule, even if you aren’t a student or professor.
I’ve had the pleasure of exhibiting in several places throughout Michigan the past couple months. I had two pieces in the Figurative show at the Northville Arthouse. One in a Menopause themed exhibit in at the Rivers Edge in Wyandotte. It’s exciting that my piece “Menopause the Miracle” sold before the Artist Reception.
Menopause: The Miracle
This Sunday AAWA has it’s first exhibit of the new season opening at Michigan Women’s Historical Museum. Here are photos of my three pieces. The theme is “Celebrating Women.” The first image is a hommage to my mother, who managed to give her all to the most unglamorous tasks. I learned early that any job worth doing is worth doing well. I only hope to one day be as accomplished an artist as she was a cook.
I'm a narrative sculptor navigating her way through the ever-changing currents in what feels like an art ocean. Whether appreciating the calm rhythm of calls for art and exhibiting, or waiting to catch a big wave of inspiration to take me to the top. I just love being in the water.
Formerly a pickle packer, theater major, crisis counselor and occupational therapist with a BA in Communications and a BS in Occupational Therapy, only to discover I've always been an artist.
My work grows from a strong connection to people and a passion for discovering the beauty in ordinary things. I sculpt figuratively in clay, utilizing the female form and women’s themes. Frequently my inspiration is drawn from childhood memories and my own short poems. Like each of us as humans every work is uniquely influenced by the past and present and has a narrative.
I LOVE these pieces, and can’t believe I haven’t seen any of them in person! Congrats on the honorable mention in the Lansing show – you SO rock. 🙂
It’s so touching to see your Mom’s picture, Barb. I never met her, but in an odd way any notion of a mother, – preferrably an older one – triggers this deep longing, need to hug my mamochka, talk to her and never part with her. Thank you for making these pieces, they are naked emotions (pardon the pun:)
Thanks Oksana, I still miss my mom.