Orb Weaver:

 Tearing, Mending, Yearning through the residue

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There’s beauty and devastation in the consistency of change. This essential, constant flux connects us to the deep past and future. 

While making a collage, I looked towards my pile of scraps. The accidental composition stirred up ecstatic new questions. Converging paper fragments suddenly revealed chaotic and beautiful images. Like memory, large swaths of certain images cover others. A flickering experience peeks out, veiled by a vibrant lens. 

There’s a horrifying privilege to sit in the sensuous beauty of our ecosystems, to revel in the light shining off the wings of mating butterflies, while people and lands are obliterated by industrial, colonial violence.

In my paintings, life bubbles through the lattice of industrial leftovers. Images of landscapes are broken into shards, like fragmented, war-torn ecosystems. It feels cathartic to paint fragments of regenerating land and living things, dispersing and colliding. Tenderness, beauty, and wonder trickle through the web of grief. 

I paint with a reverence for our innate interconnectedness, and see each piece as a collaboration.

I’m in deep, joyous, painful love with the world.