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The Islands

Monday 23 March 2020 at 04:58 am.

Foyer Gallery,  Eugene, OR, USA, March 9 – March 13, 2020


Islands are a complicated place. They are sought out for solitude, a retreat from external stimulation and distraction, a shift toward introspection. They are also feared, a place of imposed isolation and exclusion. My relationship is caught within these convoluted dichotomies. 

Islands have had a stronghold on me for the majority of my life. As a child I roamed the beaches alone, attuned to the conditions of my surroundings, gathering material washed up with the twice-daily tides and making temporary sculptures and drawings in the sand that would disappear with each rise. This began my ongoing exploration of the dialogue between human and natural actions, past and future. As my life progressed, a distance formed between me and this island. It became a place I simultaneously loathed and yearned for.  Living far from the ocean in a large urban center, I idealized my days on the island, constructing past and potential experiences, marking the turn of years with a return each summer. 

I am not the only one who has been captivated by the allure of islands. They are the setting of  idyllic retreats, “discovered” and invented utopian and dystopian worlds. I am interested in delving into the complex associations of islands. I enter this discourse, with heightened awareness and sensitivity. There is a troubling colonial history of the waters and land, a struggle that we are still entangled in. I join from a place of utmost respect and a desire to be part of a dialog of our past, present and future relationship with the landscape (and islands specifically). 

Drawing is a balancing act of reality and fiction. A line is a marker, representative of experience, an extension of our bodies. A record and archive of things tangible and ephemeral. For me, the grid is representative of spatial logic and understanding. A support structure from which there is potential for new modes of knowing. There is the capacity for a linear trajectory but it can be elusive. A teetering balance between the ebb and flow, definitive and ephemeral.