To spend time in nature is to begin to see one's surroundings as the sum of its parts.  Plants, animals and elements all come together seemlessly to become one experience.

A flock of partially gold plated wood and bone bird sconces combine branches with different humanely collected bird skulls from around the world blurring the lines between tree and inhabitant.  

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Mother, May I?

In nature, shapes and patterns reoccur in various life forms.  For exampe, a flower blossom may resemble the engineering of a bird's wing or a fragment of bone may be similar to the texture of a piece of coral.  Symmetry plays a role of paramount importance in nature, the smilarities between organisms illustrating the beauty and underlying structure of evolution in the greater cosmos.  Creatures disguise themselves as plants and vice versa as a matter of protection, to attract mates, and to adapt to their surroundings.  It is this diversity and similarity in nature that has inspired me to believe in the unbelievable and create a mythology filled with fantastical creatures.

Focal to this work is the function of myth in our society past and present.  In folklore, the forest is seen as a place to challenge one's own spirit while evoking a sense of beauty, mystery, and sometimes danger.  As one moves carefully through the woods, creatures and hidden treasures reveal themselves to those lucky enough to feel their beckoning.  In many fables of our existence, animals represent different facets of the human psyche that illustrate our journey through the forest of life.  It is these beings that I explore and celebrate in this work.

"Mother, May I?" reflects the archetype of mother, watching over all of life from birth to maturity, maturity to death.  She holds the cycle of life unapologetically with grace and fluidity.  As the swan is poised elegantly above water while she toils beneath the surface, so it is with life.  Constantly celebrating, suffering, rejoicing, fighting, loving and dying, we are under the wing of life and of life simultaneously.  "Mother, May I?" says yes to all of this as she delicately nestles her young and then lets them go, again and again.