Expositions – Édition

Maison fondée au XXI ème siècle

5 août – 29 aout 2025

Du mardi au dimanche 10/13h – 16/19h

Vernissage 5 aout 18h

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Artist’s comments on the new works

My artwork is inspired by the natural world.  I find the eloquence of ordinary elements, like dirt or fenceposts, as fascinating as extraordinary landscapes or specimens, like an allée of magnificent plane trees.  It all beckons me to be quiet and to behold.  As Gustave Flaubert put it, “For something to be interesting one only has to look at it a while.”  To quietly behold is to be transported from cognitive awareness to the ungraspable beyond.

Then there is an intuitive, artisanal activity that forms a dialogue, or passage between Nature outside and Nature inside.   My artwork is a manual and sensual practice with this awareness of the ungraspable.

I am happy to present works from the last 2 years in this exhibit because one can see both an evolution in my technique as well as a shift in the relationship between explicit form and that which is indefinite, or latent.

Sometimes when I have the blank canvas of white silk before me, I feel the heartbreak of doing anything.  In my batik process I work with very subtle steps from one shade to the next.  I spend many days developing the finest gradations from white to faintest gray, to light gray, and so on.   Those moments –

the slight tremble of a gesture with the melted wax,

an emergent pattern quietly forming,

the dawn of something speaking,

- are covered over never to be seen again, except in a photo taken before the next dye bath.  I have regularly been haunted with the possibility of simply stopping before the piece feels done, or definite. 

I have longed for a moment when I would see the work come to its fullness in the subtle, silken vibration of white as it is revealed by barely-not-white.  Or to dare to go to the other side, veiling what was revealed to return it to a crepuscular “indefinity”.   To let the explicit re-merge in the before, the timeless, the fecund stillness.  This year’s work is steeped in this longing.