I live in the suburbs (boring). No one should ever have to live in the suburbs (boring). Only soccer moms.
In the suburbs we are tempted to build ourselves a gilded cage that, however lavishly adorned, is still a prison… of convention, circumstance, oppression, happenstance. No number of possessions, or diversions, can escape the reality that you are on the sidelines.
mixed-media mosaic on found object, 2008
was inspired by Rabindranath Tagore who wrote…
“I have no wings to fly, I am bound in this spot evermore.”
It is adapted from his soulful poem, “I Am Restless.“ I read Tagore often. His work is timeless and soothing.
This piece was first titled “Caged Heart”. But where is the heart?
I couldn’t bear to see her confined, so I let her escape through her dreams into the ocean’s deep embrace. May she find herself there.