Wonder and fear coexist. Sometimes, they are intertwined. We must be willing to walk toward both.
Dreams, at least the most memorable ones, often present this paradox with intriguing imagery. We live a whole other parallel life just beneath the one we think we know. In this foggy encoded world, struggles take place with a cast of unpredictable characters. Old selves die as new selves emerge.
In Where It Lives, I am thinking of the it as imagination, itself. Ideas are often born in dark places. As they move toward light they go through a number of transformations, residing/taking shelter in spaces that touch the conscious world, but are not quite nameable. In some ways, this sculpture is a battleground between selves. As I built, I found stability, kicked it away, and recreated it. A line from a Laurie Anderson song comes to mind: This is how you can be walking, and falling, at the same time, and indeed we are. Sometimes our connection to earth is tenuous and transient, a wheel. Sometimes it is solid as cement, perhaps too weighty and sometimes it is vulnerable as a bamboo stick.
Sally B. Moore
Opening Reception: October 18, 2008, 3-5 P.M.