Bronze, Unique, 2005
From the Soul Shard series, this piece honors the flights we sometimes take in our life. They may be by design, they may be accidental - but they are almost always transformative.
A pot shard dug from the earth speaks of the vessel from which it came and we are awed and intrigued by what it came from, who held it, what its story was. We desire it for its beauty as an object separate from its origin – its simple and blessed transformation from vessel to shard through time and circumstance.
My Soul Shards are a testament to the transformation of the human vessel. They are a representation of a moment in time or a journey through it - A transformative event perhaps when we are no longer what we were just a moment ago, but we have become someone new. There is a shadow, a shell, a shard left behind as a reminder of the transformation. We shed the old soul skin and the beautiful new skin underneath glistens in anticipation. The discarded Soul Shard becomes a thing of beauty all on its own, but just as a pot shard, always speaks of the vessel from which it came.
The Shards first became manifest when I was a student – but demanded to be bronze when I turned 40. Suddenly all of the journeys of my life became sacred events – good and bad they were mine and they were glorious testaments to [
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Bronze, Unique, 2005
From the Soul Shard series, this piece honors the flights we sometimes take in our life. They may be by design, they may be accidental - but they are almost always transformative.
A pot shard dug from the earth speaks of the vessel from which it came and we are awed and intrigued by what it came from, who held it, what its story was. We desire it for its beauty as an object separate from its origin – its simple and blessed transformation from vessel to shard through time and circumstance.
My Soul Shards are a testament to the transformation of the human vessel. They are a representation of a moment in time or a journey through it - A transformative event perhaps when we are no longer what we were just a moment ago, but we have become someone new. There is a shadow, a shell, a shard left behind as a reminder of the transformation. We shed the old soul skin and the beautiful new skin underneath glistens in anticipation. The discarded Soul Shard becomes a thing of beauty all on its own, but just as a pot shard, always speaks of the vessel from which it came.
The Shards first became manifest when I was a student – but demanded to be bronze when I turned 40. Suddenly all of the journeys of my life became sacred events – good and bad they were mine and they were glorious testaments to where I was in my life. I realized that all along the way I had left Soul Shards as testaments to my journey and now I needed to honor them in physical form.
Each of my shard bronzes is one of a kind. I sculpt directly in wax and cast in the centuries old, lost wax method. I am especially fond of this method because of its vulnerability. If the casting is successful – it is meant to be. If something happens, the original is lost and I must start from the concept again. It’s a risk and a trust in the process. It is a magical fiery ritual each and every time one of my pieces is cast.
I honor the sacred being in each of us regardless of race or religion; I embrace the fabric of our unique histories. As a woman, I take that as a responsibility of the soul. Just as a mother would honor the individuality of her child - unconditionally. We are a tapestry of diversity.
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