Without being the fun, I'd never get the work done.
A September crop of seaweed covers my short hair. 2024
A work in progress, like all of us. Exhaling and inhaling. Trained as a painter, found by ceramics — 45 years with hands in clay, 20 of them dedicated to firing oceanic materials into ceramic glazes. Now, back to painting when the task list clears and the studio is warm. When awake, I move almost constantly. What I do changes seasonally and contextually, as the world shifts. I need to be in the I don't know.
The work traveled without advertising — to Al Gore, Emperor Akihito, Internet Evangelist Vinton Cerf, oceanographer Sylvia Earle, Bob Ballard, cartographer Marie Tharp, and Nobel Laureates Tim Hunt and George Wald, among others. It reached collections around the world. It was written about in Nature, NPR, Oxford University Press, Gizmodo, Resurgence, and Ceramic Review. None of it was chased.
Presentations followed — at the National Science Foundation, Georgetown University, NC State, The Land Institute, Woods Hole Oceanographic Institution, New England Aquarium. Each one an invitation into a room where science, art and ecological consciousness were not yet speaking the same language, and then they were.
Worldview → rivers of water above, rivers of magma below
