old pine and bamboo wall hanging, 14'x6.5', cloth, 1998
wave, 4'x5'x2', 1997, wood, ink, copies, sensors, soundtrack
Living in Oregon, no money, run-down apartment. Start a sculpture about death; man dying in a stream surrounded by plants, fish, frogs. Gold box casket and hands are six pallbearers we need to carry us out:
Life is short, a thin line of bright color pressed between layers of darkness. Death is long.
As I work, the piece gets better, brightens, mixes with life. Hands become waving silhouettes lifted in praise:
Gently weave the earthtone threads of humans, animals, and plants into a precious tapestry of joy.