A turned vessel, inspired by the dramatic climate changes we are experiencing in our polar regions. The poles are represented at the “waist” of the sculpture. Peering inside the dim hour-glass cut out, we see the falling sand counting down time as we facilitate the demise of the world as we know it.
“Pole-bound Westerlies,
Tempestuous antarctic seas,
Ancient depths disturbed”
“Last Moment”
6.5″ x 2.75″, Maple.
Turned, engraved and dyed
A jigsaw of my sculpture “Spectral Fantasy”
I’ve been looking for a way to upload a jigsaw puzzle to my website, here’s my first attempt. Click on the link below, you can adjust the number of pieces when you get there. Have fun!!!
Sightless, the desert watches and waits
Dead cholla branches are fairly easily found in the desert. Most of the time I leave them alone, but occasionally small pieces shout out.
“Spectral Fantasy,
Lying in the sand….watching,
Without eyes, waiting”
No living animal was sacrificed in the creation of this trophy.
Cholla, Maple and Walnut; water-based aniline dyes and india ink.
H=5.5″ x 4″x 4″
… Moving on…the back story and bon-voyage
It is always exciting to see work move on to a new home. At the time I created this piece, my world had been turned on its head, and I was struggling to see the future. The piece emerged subconsciously from the confluence of exploring the possibilities of inside/outside turning and my own emotional transition into “singlehood”. One afternoon, while swimming in our local pool, I became mesmerized by my shadow on the pool floor. It was a bright sunny afternoon and I was trying to make long powerful strokes. A small wake appeared close to my head and my shadow kept appearing, disappearing and reforming. From those fleeting reflections, I envisioned female forms emerging, phoenix like, from the old, incomplete world supporting a new world order that is yet to be defined.
Initially, the backs of the three female figures faced outwards and were turned as a single unit. The three sections were then rotated to face outwards and carved to reveal the front of the figures.
The Globe at the top is hollow and free to be held.
The new guardian of this piece has recently moved to Green Valley. It is always bitter sweet to leave a place that you love, but new places hold special excitement too. I hope that Possibility’s globe will inspire and hold new dreams of the future.
Bon voyage….
Life on my Own 