Appreciation

26 March 2008

Look at all I’ve done. I mean really. I make these lists every once in a while to see how far I’ve come and to see my progress. No list at the moment but I’m gently reminded by Tom how important the process is. I had an idea that I could have the great relationship that I have with him. I also have the idea in my head that I could have the great job that I picture in my head. It’s actually happening… I’m doing the work, I come home to framed art pieces in the living room… I’m working on fun stuff in my studio garage…

Anyway… I’m excited about this woman’s work right now: Erin Zam. I found her through Decor8
at this great shop: Three Potato Four.

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  1. Erin
    Posted 3 April 2008 at 10:52 am | Permalink

    I keep checking back to threepotatofour and finding all kinds of new goodies as well. Thank you, thank you for the link!

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  • Artist statement

    I’m hungry to learn and it’s through my process of creating that I’m ultimately satisfied. I’m curious about different materials and take on the challenge to incorporate what I’m most drawn to into my work. I’m intrigued to discover the resulting patterns and repetition. As I create, I explore my inner landscape. I’m attempting to uncover a stifled sound. It’s my challenge to express this internal voice through my art and ultimately, boldly, out loud.

    My quest to connect my voice with my work has led me to reexamine my personal history. The threads in my bookbinding and in my collage are entwined in my familial roots. Growing up, I remember a quilt frame my dad made, taking up our entire living room. His grandmother taught him to quilt using scraps of clothing. Years later, I began a quilt when a friend was teaching a class on patchwork. To my surprise, cutting up fabric and piecing it back together reminded me of my work with paper collage.

    As a child I would sew with my mom and what I most remember is the guilt I’d feel as I jammed up her machine. Now, when the threads and material bunch up they become useful fodder for my work. In some ways the threads act as a binding element, as in my books, and in other ways they are a reflection of my internal processes.