Much of my work has focused on water. During grad school a decade ago, I collected rain water to freeze and melt, expressing emotions over the loss of glaciers and concern over this dwindling blue gold. Now, water’s meaning expands, as I watch my daughter go under the water, kick down, and come back up, gasping and laughing, I feel waves. Waves of joy seeing her in these moments of fun, peace, and calm. Waves of anger and grief over my own childhood. Water has memory (or so Olaf tells us)… and we’re made up of 60% water. So how do I overcome generational trauma? How do I stop from passing it down?

Emerging
Emerging, polymer clay on panel, 5×7 in, 2020
Coming Up for Air
Coming Up for Air, polymer clay on panel, 5x7 in, 2020
Refuge
Refuge, polymer clay on panel, 5×7 in, 2020