How Materials Speak To Me
…matter is physical exuberance, ennobling contact, virile effort and the joy of growth. It attracts, renews, unites, and flowers. By matter we are nourished, lifted up, linked to everything else, invaded by life…it contains the spur or the allurement to be our accomplice towards heightened being…
— Theilhard de Chardin
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My materials are deeply private objects, personal matter, “altared” and transformed by the ceremony of shared experience.
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A child’s tender red shoes invite my listening heart to follow…
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My wedding dress, a vessel for ceremonial change, is now used to bring in new blessing…
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In one tiny fragment, a match for example, I find earth, water, air and fire—an encounter kindling the devotional…
Tears are grace that flow from pain. Tears are grace that release our joy…
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Hair has the power of one’s song—do not doubt its value—it embodies the mystery of life… There are stories, yet untold… Stories I will save for my last performance… By then, I hope to have understood…
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Y-shaped sticks are arms raised in prayers doubling as dousing rods to search for new waters...
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The four chambers of my heart: inexhaustible matter…
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