Fiber Art and Sculpture
My discovery in creating fiber sculptures was liberating in its study and use of an infinite range of materials, and potential in techniques and design. Initially, my attraction to fiber sculpture lay in its tactile experience. The process of the actual feeling and working of the materials; and from that sensory experience, the creation of visual patterns and concepts. Sometimes subtle, with the awareness of negative and positive space in three dimensions, I enjoy the process of working in meditative detail. My work is grounded in a sense of mood, spirit, contemplation, and becomes a creative mystery to completion.
From the primal sense of touch, a sense that is so essential in human development, there seems to be a natural process that unfolds from the materials. From the softness of wool roving and yarn, toughness of jute and raffia, wire and twine; working through hands and fingers, there seems to be a universal need to manipulate, stretch and pull, tie and wrap, and connect with these materials into a new creative life. There is a sense that goes far back in the human (and animal) experience that has an archeological value -- stones and sticks for tools, plant fiber for shelter and vessels, scribbles from a charcoal twig, tree branches stripped for poles used as weapons and staffs for rituals.
There is also the concept of the use of recycled materials; the up-cycling of used and discarded objects that are then transformed into art by an artist’s sense of possibilities. The material’s history changes from its original utilitarian purpose, transcends and is reborn into a new life in art. Found objects can be a rusty wire, shards of a broken tea cup, an old wood spool, a lacy handkerchief from generations past, which in artistic creation become honored treasures...perhaps a part of one’s historical memory and connection to ancestry. When incorporating used materials and older objects -- some from my own ancestry -- I often create in a mood of silent contemplation. Similar to that personal spiritual space of standing before an altar, a pilgrimage of sort, of honoring generations past. Accessing insights into objects carefully made, then passed down through so many years, sometimes generations, and many hands. It reflects the impermanence and the preciousness of life, and many lives, passing.
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