Please now pretend you are a butterfly. I will guide you through how to do so, as I am well practiced, for I pretend to be a butterfly several times every day. Here’s how you do it: close your eyes and invent antennae on your head. Feel them sprouting long and complex from your scalp, weighing your head and neck until your chin is drawn toward your chest. But now your chest is thorax, so get used to it, and the calcium of your bones has dissipated into pretty wings that now span the length of the room. You feel powerful, strange and timid.
Sandbox is a corner of the web dedicated to Iowa City writers and artists working to engage the public in an interactive environment. Find out more here. I’ve been having a hard time maintaining a regular writing practice. While I […]
The further away folks get from the soil, the thicker grows the shroud of mythology that surrounds it, and stronger grows the urge to peel back the shroud. There rises a suspicion that to become wise in the ways of the earth, one must undergo a journey, but a journey in which every successive discovery is followed by a new tangle of mystery and more difficult adventure.
Sandbox is a corner of the web dedicated to Iowa City writers and artists working to engage the public in an interactive environment. Find out more here. Farm records allow you to measure how efficiently you are using resources and […]
If you drive down (or up) Interstate 218 and look to the west during the long hours of the afternoon, consider the action of your eyes. They will first try to take in color. Depending on the day and time of year, the difference between the sprawling green ground and the soft breath of blue above will be so stark you’ll have to squint to see. Or, if fall, the soft grays and browns will lull your lids to sleep. DON’T SLEEP… […]
This will be my last Sandbox entry as the free studio resident at Public Space One, so I will leave you with a few of my favorite things from this time. One of the best moments was deciding to stay in my studio after the residency! […]
After hours in the studio I needed some fresh, cool air. The red hues all around were speaking to me. So, I decided to make my walk a study in reds — being aware of the color and letting it soak in. The annual “Tree Huggers” project had already been installed downtown. This community project is still one of my favorite things about Iowa City. I loved this one in particular because the open knitting actually brought out the qualities of the bark, allowing the elements to be in conjunction with one another. […]
Sandbox is a corner of the web dedicated to Iowa City artists working to engage the public in an interactive environment. Find out more here. There are several other artists renting studios at Public Space One, with Tom Buckholz being […]
I have shown a lot of mixed media work so far, but at my core I am a printmaker. Even when I am working in other mediums, I think like a printmaker- in layers, with flattened perspectives, implementing varied editions, and always focusing on the ability to make multiples. I have always had a love for both printmaking and mixed media, but once I graduated I found it difficult to etch and print in my apartment (not for lack of trying though)! […]
Sandbox is a corner of the web dedicated to Iowa City artists working to engage the public in an interactive environment. Find out more here. Repetition appears in my work in many ways. It inhabits my work space, presents itself […]
I’ve known for awhile that being in community with other artists, and contributing to creative goals larger than myself, is one of the best things for my life and my art. Moving to Iowa City has been like a breath of fresh air. I’ve been blown away by the vibrancy of this town! The energy I have felt since moving here and working with Public Space One has been invigorating! […]
An impromptu beginning to my series, “Experiencing, Gathering, Iowa City” began last week. I started feeling dizzy as I drew closer to the Old Capitol Museum. The sprawling lawn looked incredibly enticing. So, I did what others have been doing for ages, I found a spot, laid down, looked up at the sky, felt the breeze, and played with a blade of grass.