These sketches in the deep woods of Pickens County are meditations on the temporary. They are rituals for igniting intuition in the energy body.
During the onset of the quarantine, my studio closed and I isolated in a cabin in N. Georgia. I brought only a digital camera and laptop, and no other art supplies.
At the local grocery store, I randomly purchased a collection of cheap and colorful plastic tablecloths. I was attracted to the sterility of plastic and the ease of playing with materials found during an essential supply run.
The thin and lightweight sheets have become expressionistic bursts, armor, sheer silk, primeval beasts, sagging emotions, ancestors, and floating skyways.
