I am constantly chasing my longing, snatching fibers from its movement to make my art, before the ache morphs into its next elusive form. Each resulting piece preserves visuals of what I pine for—relief and understanding in phases of consuming depression, absorbing environments that contrast distress and instability with comfort and security, and illustrations of strengthening relationships with myself, individuals, community, and the environment.
When my search feels dead, and I am lost in myself, I return to the trees, physically wandering between leaves and bark or dreaming of nesting into a bed of needles. Sickhome, with the invaluable support of Forest Park’s trees, merges both. Apart from the central mud figure, the branches, leaves, pine needles, and poplar bark are sourced from the forest to create this emotional sanctuary.
