This is where the visual finds its voice...
"Are you a dancer?"
This question is asked of me quite frequently.
I fall up steps, trip over air and struggle to walk while chewing bubble gum. Coordination and I are not close friends. When I dance it looks a little like there is a bug down my shirt.
No. I am not a dancer.
I am, however, drawn to the magic of moving to music. My favorite dress as a kid had this amazing ruffled skirt. It was similar to those worn by square dancers. It would fly out if I twirled around then cling back to the legs when I stopped (if I didn't fall over first). It felt like flying.
That joy, that freedom is what my sculptures represent. The removal of all obstacles in front of the dream. So all that is left is You...the Dream...and the Dance.
Does my body dance?
But my heart does.