Spirit of the land

A story and how it evolves and the pieces of love within it.

This piece was built over a three week period.  Many times glimmers of ideas come to me while I am meditating.  Sometimes a spark comes from a quiet walk on the beach and a certain stone catches my eyes.  This one came slowly and grew from the main figure and child to the world around them.  She sat for many days on the floor with the purple earth under her feet.  The landscape was a gathering of many beloved treasures, hearts, driftwood and shells.  Pinecones stripped bare, gathered on one of my walks by a favorite tree.  A naturally gilded milkweed cradle from the wild edges of my driveway.  The net, washed up amongst the spongey seaweed after a storm.  Carefully collected wampum and clam shells for dresses and scales. The water was special treasure from a beloved teacher that collected the beautiful sea glass from all over the South Shore, but couldn't take it with her when she was moving.  She knew it had found its home.  A tiny beaded bracelet pitted and tumbled found in the waves as my boys swam and laughed became the perfect little necklace.  A water spirit rising from the storm to bring life and nourishment to those on land.  The broken shells, and discarded net, the dried up cones, they all held life once.  I try to give them new life, a new story, and honor the one they held before.  Everything is beautiful if you stop long enough to listen to its song. Touch the edges of its story.  My art breathes into me the songs it has to tell, I just listen and follow the sound.