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Personal interests
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Hobbies:
starting horses,gardening,writing,
Artists:
John Barnett,Carl Rice, ms.Walker,Louise Bourgious, JB King,Andy Goldsworthy,C.M. Russell
Music:
acoustic, gravel roads, bird song,industrial sounds,John Cage, Flamenco,piano solos,children laughing ,salsa,violin
Books:
bible,Standing Bear is a Person, Grimm's fairy Tales,Aldo Leopold work, Sylvia Plath
Places:
Crazy Woman Canyon, Rattlesnake Mountains,Sweetwater River, Camp Bowie boulevard, McCall, Idaho, Daisy's on Bates Creek,
Food:
wild strawberries, FRESH salsa with lamb,peppermint icecream, calf fries,
Other:
two step,waltz,schottisches, smell of cottonwoods in the fall,smell of horses,people who understand those smells and sounds |
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My statement
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“Caught” is a family of organic shapes grouped together with geometric forms of create narrative sculpture made of many materials. Their only constant is their inconsistency in the materials used. Biblical imagery sometimes has the same symbolic meaning in art history, since it is biblical to be an agrarian my imagery can be traced to a scripture…..sometimes.
Whelped into the bosom of the high plains I was wet nursed by a group of agrarians along the banks of Spring creek and Bates creek in southern Campbell County. Readers of the Bible, poems, history, songbooks, recipes, medicine bottles and cereal boxes. They gathered information liked a draw gathers snow. Players of pianos, guitars, harmonicas, record stacks and hands and feet, they were yodeling wannabes. It is no wonder I took shelter in narrative sculpture.
Rifts of Wild Wood Rose drained fatigue from my bones after a hot day in the docking pen. Romanced into riding colts by Little Joe the Wrangler—serenaded while feeding cows with the Old Rugged Cross and This Old Spinning Wheel in the Corner, I began building a metaphorical language early on. I took a cotton to drawin’ on barn walls, sand rock outcroppin’s, documenting the heroics of cousins, uncles, siblings and myself counting coup on a heard of cows or a flock of pies.
While my grandmother, uncles and folks taught praying the blood of Jesus, rope braiding, fence fixin, custard cookin’, sentence diagrammin’, seamstitchin’, sock tattin’, flower paintin’, horse and dog whisperin’, I gathered language. I drew more and more, visions came to me with paper attached. Scissors for silhouette cuttin’ came to my grasp.
While I was cutting and pasting and drawing I watched people prey and tear, pray and build, separate old from new, wets from dries, birthin’ and killin’, ride point or drag. Cut bait or fish. I was blessed to be amongst folks who could read, draw and nurse animals. Folks who liked my drawings and cutouts as
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Professional history
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Disciplines
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| Drawing | Mixed media |
| Painting | Photography |
| Sculpture | Spoken word |
| Other |
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Collections
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Latest activities
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Projects:
AVA Center Memory Fence.
Collaborations:
AVA Center, Gillette, WY Memory Fence
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