I am interested in exploring the notions of home – not a home as a physical structure, but as an emotional space. Particular places, people, moments, or things stir this sense of calm ease and comfort within us that we associate with the warmth of feeling at home. I feel at home when I am hiking through the woods, exploring a coastline, digging around in a garden, or hosting a dinner party. My notions of home come to the table when I make my pots – forms are inspired by things like the oil lamp hanging in the cabin, the sinker at the end of my fishing line, or the crescent wrench used in so many building projects. These moments and objects are quiet, easily overlooked, and yet in the quietude there is an unfathomable depth of emotion.
Plants in the home (real or represented) are a way of bringing nature into the domestic space, and remind us of grander spaces and greater forces at work. Freshly cut flowers in a vase are concentrated displays of mortality – the fragile fleetingness of beauty. When I sow seeds, water plants, pull weeds, or pick fresh vegetables for a snack – these small acts are infused with lessons about life. We learn about ourselves by studying nature, and for me one of the most meaningful ways of study, is through drawing. When I draw petals and leaves on my pots, I am astounded as the underlying structures and patterns of the plants begin to unveil themselves. These structures and patterns are not so different from the cycles and rhythms we encounter in our lives. Ultimately, I hope to layer these details pulled from these day-to-day cycles, ordinary domestic objects, and garden greenery in my work to illuminate the extraordinary poetry often residing in the background of our daily grind.