The summer of 2015 will be my 31st year as a stone mason. I began at the age of sixteen working for my father as his mason tender (yes, I expect you to be doing the math right now, and that's o.k.). I mixed mortar and carried bricks as fast as I could.
When other little girls were playing with dolls... I was eating my fifteen pounds of dirt.
I live in a funky farm house in rural Vermont where we are allowed to freely express our feelings. We experiment with color and texture and dance in the rain and play in the mud. Life is full and rich. I look at life with a smile and find the humor in the silliest of things. When I look at the stars at night I know, like many, that I am insignificant.
The work I do happens with me, through me and not so much because of me. My plans for the year include loving and working with lovers of earth and stone all around the globe, if I root in a place, I will stay there and cultivate it.
I've recently completed the building of a new studio and gallery: Rock Paper Scissors at my sculpture park and invite people to visit, especially the people who want to tell stories and wave their hands in the air and laugh. If you dance you are also welcome, or sing and dance, that's o.k. too.
AS 2104 nears COMPlETIOn I am JOyful, Appreciation pairs with Excitement as i bussle to winterize and look ahead to upcoming projects.
Here's an except from the book I'm writing, it sets context for my work:
I sit still, writing, trying to find balance in this chaos, feeling pulled, conflicted, in harmony, in love, in life, it is not simple, clean black and white, for the first time, I know what it is, that I want, it's not a man, one man, it's a whole life, filled with many kinds of relationships, many meals shared, many movies watched, our lives passing, swirling spinning,
I don't want it black and white, in clean straight lines, I want it twirling, reeling, splashing and messy, full of color and confusion, full of details and perfection of the impossible, full of opening doors and trust, for the first time I see that something, isn't with ones eyes, it's in ones loving.
I live in harmony with my love, it is big, not focused, it is unlimited, it is huge, and I will not leave it on one pair of shoulders, in one set of arms, I spent years not showing it, not sharing it. I spent years being afraid to say I love you, and it crushed me with its weight. Though now I see it everywhere I look, on the mountains, in the snow, in the sky, when softly slipping into dreams, in the dark of the night. For the first time I know, that to love in just one direction will always fail,