We 2020

I woke up at 6am, the artist in me needing to reflect back the world in which I live, a commentary on the visceral experience of the last few months and she came to me. She once represented a Degas Dancer. I woke and gave her an acid orange face mask and tied and sewed a tattered silk remnant to her jointed naked armless body. She resides within us all, represents us as the universal human burdened with fear, confined to the limits of our own beliefs, fraying at the edges from trying to use right speech, right action, right livelihood. We are weary, we are tied up with our own conflicting thoughts. We are human, I can’t help but love the weary, love the strong, love the effort, love the silent, love and see the struggle and love through it. She will love and carry on.
brass, 14k gold plated, vintage silk dress from kimono lining circa 1940 Japan, orange enamel paint, aquamarine, apatite, Peruvian opal, on a 20” gold

filled chain.