A long time contemplative walking practice has led to the retracing of my own path, guided by decades of personal journals. These are transformed by fire, each becoming a set of twelve ceramic vessels that are accompanied by audio and written components that together bear witness to the experience of a life and to the passage of time.
Walking Within: February 25 - April 22, 1978 Exquisite and empty, fragile, now seedless pods, found strung on vines tangled in the vegetation
along a familiar walking path, double dipped, first in local wet-wild-white clay, then even more local orange, partially dried, sliced open, fired, memories of days briefly documented and gauged by the level of fun, lower or upper case, often all caps, and the number of exclamation points, in direct correlation to who came over to play and whose house I went to after school and on weekends, always outdoors, often in the woods or water or on horseback, ins and outs with friends, constantly rotating crushes and tracking of same, a strikingly beautiful and safe and innocent and free childhood, punctuated by death arriving for my guinea pig, dog, grandfather, and beloved cat Pokey (after the eponymous claymation horse), the start of Middle School and Bobbie’s brother’s suicide explained simply by “drugs,” the exposed roots of my love of the ocean, art and animals, cooking, nature.
Walking Within: January 16 - August 25, 1981
Walking Within: April 19, 1986 - March 9, 1987
Walking Within: March 19 to July 25, 1989
Walking Within: March 8, 1992 to June 8, 1993
Walking Within: September 24, 1999 - September 13, 2008