Adventuring Lotus
She grew out of the thoughts of stone
“I will go on an adventure”
“I will move about the forest and learn its secrets”
A lotus pod grown of quartz and wanting
Lifting little spiked fingers
That taste the air
And question the wind
About this series
Objet d'anon
Series: Objects: The Unseen Forest
There is a forest that grows from the mycelium of my mind, blooming outwards through my hands in forms familiar and surprising. Curious of their own becoming, self-regarding, often awkward. Parts foraged from nature’s gifts: stone, leaf, lichen, twig. Gathered from the ground, nothing plucked or picked, the tree-tops watching as I go. Something there, moved here, transformed.There are textures that return, woolen softness, iron spikes. Nature’s topologies writ out in moss, the earth's geometries stated in seedpod.Simple, restrained - only a thought or two combined. The human and the earth, thinking about each other, touching each other, becoming this: a third thing, The Unseen Forest.
Approx. 3× 2 × 1 inches.
Ships gently from Colorado.
Materials: Aventurine, clay, lotus pod, paint, varnish, iron.
A forest spirit grown on a crystal, for shelves where mystical objects and gathered stones keep company. This sculpture would sit at the whimsigoth edge of a cabinet of curiosities, or beside ferns and old field guides in a collected home. Part mineral, part wanderer — an art piece for rooms where objects are allowed their own quiet plans.
Adventuring Lotus
She grew out of the thoughts of stone
“I will go on an adventure”
“I will move about the forest and learn its secrets”
A lotus pod grown of quartz and wanting
Lifting little spiked fingers
That taste the air
And question the wind
About this series
Objet d'anon
Series: Objects: The Unseen Forest
There is a forest that grows from the mycelium of my mind, blooming outwards through my hands in forms familiar and surprising. Curious of their own becoming, self-regarding, often awkward. Parts foraged from nature’s gifts: stone, leaf, lichen, twig. Gathered from the ground, nothing plucked or picked, the tree-tops watching as I go. Something there, moved here, transformed.There are textures that return, woolen softness, iron spikes. Nature’s topologies writ out in moss, the earth's geometries stated in seedpod.Simple, restrained - only a thought or two combined. The human and the earth, thinking about each other, touching each other, becoming this: a third thing, The Unseen Forest.
Approx. 3× 2 × 1 inches.
Ships gently from Colorado.
Materials: Aventurine, clay, lotus pod, paint, varnish, iron.
A forest spirit grown on a crystal, for shelves where mystical objects and gathered stones keep company. This sculpture would sit at the whimsigoth edge of a cabinet of curiosities, or beside ferns and old field guides in a collected home. Part mineral, part wanderer — an art piece for rooms where objects are allowed their own quiet plans.
