I am never fully realized. There is always an aspect of the self that is hidden, incomplete, and mysterious. Embodying both a figure of me – a symbolic identity: mother, educator, artist; and an experience of real existence, a simple me.
Somewhere along the blurred periphery between the two, lies a complex and less known space that pulses and breathes – a signifier of the relation between the external and the internal self. At times, I feel as if I can touch it – touch the invisible center of this holding space, inviting me to attune to the complexities of all the unfolding. This space converses with what arises outside and inside of us, and in that very act of corresponding suggests that within and without, bound by resonance, are inextricably entangled. (*)
. . .
As an artist-scholar and educator, my practice/s are an interdisciplinary response to our interior and exterior landscapes, and to question of how the atmospheres of those spaces shape our lived, and imagined experiences.
