(PET-ri-kuhr) noun. From Greek Petros, meaning stone, and Ichor, the fluid that runs in the veins of Gods in Mythology
The smell of Earth after it has rained.
My artwork attempts to bring the word petrichor into a more physical and aesthetic being. I have always been enamored by the delicacy of flowers and saddened in springtime when more fragile ones are destroyed by a particularly heavy rainfall or thunderstorm. I have created resin raindrops to protect my wildflowers instead of sundering them. The quality of the resin both envelops the metal and magnifies its beauty with the play of light as it refracts and reflects through the raindrop. I chose wildflowers in particular from places that have impacted me: Michigan, India, France, and my imagination. I wanted to look into the intricacies of nature and to elevate what we often tread upon or walk past. I have filled certain raindrops with essential oils smelling of flowers to further immerse the viewer in the installation. My rainstorm is neither diminishing the rain nor is it crushing my flowers, creating a symbiosis only available in a false spring. However, just because this spring is manufactured, does not mean it isn’t true.
Le Fil Conducteur
This body of work was inspired, as all art is, by a multiplicity of things. I started off working with thread, researching Melanie Bilenker’s work with hair, organic rock formations, and re-learning how to crochet. My pieces took a turn for the intricate with forty-gauge copper. I liked the brilliance the fine copper had, yet because it was so thin it was also malleable and lent itself to showcasing other objects. I choose pink pearls. The warmth of the pink next to the copper appealed to me. I believe they bring out a luminescence in each other. I chose to make a necklace, a hairpiece, a back piece, and shoulder forms. When worn, my pieces become extensions of the skin, adornments that enhance the beauty of the neck, collarbone, shoulders, hair, and back, but do not detract from their forms. There is a symbiosis between the body of work and the human body. One could say they bring the aura into a physical space. These pieces also hold importance for me because of their symbolic meaning. One can think of this fine piece of copper wire, as the “fil conducteur” or the theme of life. It can sometimes be messy and It can be difficult to distinguish one’s self through this cobweb of experience, but every once in a while there are defining moments—represented by the pearls—that give clarity and meaning to existence. My lens is simply one way of looking at these works. Just as they are flexible in shape, they may take on a different significance with each wearer.