I live and make my art in the mountains of western North Carolina. My home is some distance from the little town of Franklin. Here, the mountains predominate. They send sounds echoing up their sides–dogs barking, coyotes singing with blood-lust, my husband’s voice from down at the pond, as clear as if he were standing beside me. It is vernal and biting, green and damp and covered in lichens. It is flowing/dripping/rotting/subsumed by fungi/profligate and teeming with life. The natural drama serves to put me in my place and inspires my work in many ways.
My fascination with the face began as a child, drawn by the eerie gazes of department-store mannequins. For years I painted and exhibited paintings of people real and imagined. A move to North Carolina in 2014 prompted a reevaluation of my goals and a shift to sculpting. Highly experimental, my current work features original faces and busts with open mouths and teeth, faces of mixed ethnicity, additional materials like hemp and fake fur–even a parade head that stands 28 inches tall.