Art is a funny thing. On one hand, by making, you are saying
something. On the other hand, the environment, composed of objects, materials,
content, people, evoke something else. What making means to me is to be doing
just that: making. There’s a self-trust that I have gained since I began making
art only a couple of years ago. This funny thing does a lot of things, but most
of all, it makes me happy. I am interested in negotiating all types of forms of
communication. If communication is presented in a form, how far must it go to
be abstracted? How hard must someone work to understand it? Maybe trust in the
inevitable is the most understood?
For my thesis in Ohio University’s ceramics department, I
have focused on a way of making that is as much un-mediated as possible. A
pretty simple process lends itself to seeing new things appear. A few sticks
are put together and somehow it reminds me of a tomato, a few more remind me of
the sun, some over there remind me of a ramp. I see things in the objects that
I see around me. My goal is to see something in the work that exists nowhere
else.
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