“The mountain ridge and the hiker upon it; the trees and the nesting falcon, too”
Feb 2023
Cotton rope, colored thread, PVC pipe, pins
8' x 3' x 4'



This piece was intended to be a landscape. I wanted to make something monumental that transformed a human odalisque form into something abstract and organic. Like a cliffside, as the viewer explored the piece from various distances and angles, they would see the fissures and layering which created the form. I wanted the viewer to take on the role of geologist, discovering how the piece came to be and therefore understanding that the slow process of its creation was the art as much as its final form. All of the time spent on the work still lives in its' seams.














Turning and turning in the widening gyre   The falcon cannot hear the falconer;Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere   The ceremony of innocence is drownedThe best lack all conviction, while the worst   Are full of passionate intensity.Surely some revelation is at handSurely the Second Coming is at hand.   The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out   When a vast image out of Spiritus MundTroubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert   A shape with lion body and the head of a man,   A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun, Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it   Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds. The darkness drops again; but now I know   That twenty centuries of stony sleep    Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle, And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,   Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

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