“Home wasn’t a set house, or a singe town on a map. It was wherever the people who loved you were, whenever you were together. Not a place, but a moment, and then another, building on each other like bricks to create a solid shelter that you take with you for your entire life, wherever you may go.”
– Sarah Dessen –
I’m sure, as children, many of us drew simple pictures of houses with happy families standing out front. My drawings were always comprised of houses with windows you could look in – and on the wall would be a picture of a house with windows that you could look in and see a picture of a house and a window . . . and on and on. I didn’t draw a happy family as my father had died when I was 10 and it made me too sad to draw only the three of us: my mom, little brother and me. But the house figured prominently in pictures and was very important to me.
The house form – a square or rectangle topped with a triangle has continued to captivate. I photograph abandoned houses (and wonder about their stories) and have recently begun collecting ceramic, glass and metal houses created by artists whose work I’d admire. Quotations are another aspect that is often included in my art work and I’ve been researching what others say and have written about home.
Using this iconic shape allows me the opportunity to further explore what “home” and “house” evokes in me and the people who view my artwork. My encaustic photo collages are created with beeswax, Demar resin, colored encaustic medium, pan pastels and oil pastels to create one-of-a kind artworks. These photo collages, inkjet printed on archival card stock and Japanese rice paper utilize my iPhone photos and often incorporate text, machine stitching, colored pencil marks and rubber stamp images.
I create visual stories about a time, memory or place – real or imagined and look forward to sharing my work with you via the pdx-csa (Portland Open Studios Community Supported Art) project. I am partnered with Samyak Yamauchi . Go to pdx-csa.com to find out more.
“In life, a person will come and go from any homes. We may leave a house, a town, a room, but that does not mean those places leave us. Once entered, we never entirely depart from the homes we made for ourselves in the world. They follow us, like shadows, until we come upon them again, waiting for us in the mist.”
– Ari Berk –