Illiad project... the beginnings of a process

 When completed I will have transcribed the entirety of Emily Wilson's translation of the Illiad, Homer's magnificent poem set on a battlefield. (There are so many battlefields now, in 2025, it breaks my heart)  I want to immerse myself, and viewers in ancient poetry and many shades of the blues in a wine dark sea. The paper is handmade with pigments and indigo dye and much of the paper will be woven into other pieces of paper.  These are process pictures. And the process of transcribing will be long. So there will need to be another post when all is done.

Burning, Smoking, Smoldering

 The central images are from photographs printed on bond paper 24"x 36".  They were laid onto handmade paper pulp in a water bath. The images are from a large ball of torn muslin, previously used in an installation, and burned on a backyard fire. The globe shape and the approach of climate disaster on our home globe compelled the creation of these works, best hung together.

Playing with Collages

                                                               Collage Play #1

Collage Play #2

Collage Play #3

Collage Play #4

Collage Play #5

Collage Play #6

Collage Play #7

Working with Red

 I have made red paper, which is unusual for me.

I was compelled to use red because of my alarm about what is going on in our environment. Trees are being destroyed by wildfire and misuse and I don't know what to do about it. So I make art.

"Alarm"

    "Distress"

Cotton

 This is a series about cotton as a crop.  In thinking about cotton here I am thinking of slavery, exploitation, greed and the need to talk about this. The threads are made of spun paper. 

Black Cotton

Red Cotton

Green Cotton

Cotton and Dinner Conversations

Cotton

Trees

These works are made of handmade paper, with bark inclusions from eleagnus, a forest invasive. The work includes spun paper thread. Uncertain Ground Between Steel and Tree includes a steel rebar on the left. 

Uncertain Ground 

Between Steel and Tree

                       Bound Tree

Fire Tree

 

  

Ghost Tree

                      

 

An Essay

WORKING WITH PAPER

 

Papermaking is a wet process of transforming plant fibers into the familiar dry, receptive surface.  Paper, like many things, is a process before it is a product.  My art streams from the process which flows through two conceptual branches. 

 

One branch runs through paper’s origins in nature, and through thoughts about the natural environment within which our lives are embedded. I grow my fiber. The bark of paper mulberry is stripped, the inner bark is cleaned, and then it is cooked, beaten and formed on a screen. Engagement with nature is essential to us all, and even small things, like fibers have big influences. Because of small things with huge environmental importance I have a body of work that was formed, in part, through the activities of insects - honeybees in one case, and red wiggler composting worms in another. The processes of the insects were essential to the final artistic product. 

 

The other branch runs through the pages of human culture. Paper is written on. Paper supports history, stories, musical notation, drawings, art…and has other more mundane uses. In this case the cultural burden resided primarily on my southern grandmother's journal. When I got that journal, it had been shredded, as she wished. I turned the pages back on themselves and they disappeared again into paper pulp.  I used the material remains to create art specific to my grandmother. In later work l looked back at that work and at family as a process of cultural inheritance moving forward to influence our present. I reworked some of the old pieces and pressed forward with new work looking at current racial issues entangled in my own southern heritage.

 

These two conceptual branches flow together somewhere between the hard realities of natural disaster and the disastrous realities of white supremacy - the latter because of the implications of race related to my own present, and the former because no matter how peaceful and cyclical the process of paper making may be, we, as humans, are slamming headlong into a confrontation with the cycles of nature.

 

 

Two silhouettes

The two pieces I will talk about are similar in material, handmade paper, but they came from two different places in my thinking.  

The first set of images are of a piece called Shadow and Tree The narrow scroll down the middle was cut from the initial long piece of paper. and woven with paper thread.  The shadow drawn on the whole scroll is from a tracing of my elongated shadow on the ground in the late afternoon.  I was thinking about the tall verticality of the central woven scroll as a tree cutting through the human shadow. The human shadow on this planet is menacing the survival of our species. But the planet, and the trees, will outlast us.  The scroll continues past the shadow and the story can (and I hope will) change.

The second set of images are from a piece called Anticipation. The silhouette is from a photo of a young girl waiting patiently. The piece is quilted with the word WAIT sewn four times.

I was thinking about the long history of black descendants of enslaved peoples in this county being told over and over again to wait, we white Americans aren't ready for that (many 'thats') yet. Society (white society) will be ready later.

I have yet to tie together the threads of nature and racism in my art making. I know there are many connections, but here they are just side by side.

Shadow and Tree

   

   

    

Anticipation

          

 

"Trunk of Old Papers"

Juried Exhibit Atlantic Gallery NYC 2021

Trunk of Old Papers is a reworking and rethinking of an older piece that was part of a solo exhibit called The Journal Project mounted in 2000.  I have mentioned both the reworking and the reflecting on the works in the show in 2000 in a previous post.  This work is a reflection on the personal opening of old trunks of memory. It is made of handmade paper that includes the shreds of my grandmother's journals.  My reflections revolve around an awareness of a family history that is connected to a period  in the South (and elsewhere) to the devaluation of African Americans.  Contemporary events that expose the horrors of that devaluation have prompted me to revisit my own work.

             

                            

Detail with old paper and new paper emerging from the side.

Slave Narratives and Old Lace

This series of boxes emerged from an installation I exhibited in 2000 called 'The Journal Project'. The boxes here contain artifacts from a part of that installation called 'Prayer Fags' which began as an homage to my grandmother. The shreds of texts you can see in some of the paper are from her journals. That she came from South Carolina is a fact that I embraced over time. I mostly avoided my connection to the South because of its connection to enslavement. The scrolls that are added to the boxes are from 285 individual narratives collected from South Carolina by the Federal Writers Project in the late 1930's. In important ways I grew from the nostalgia embraced in 'The Journal Project' to embracing my past in this collection of boxes called 'Slave Narratives and Old Lace'.

I tatted yards and yards of this kind of lace in honor of my South Carolina grandmother, who tatted for as long as I knew her. Tatting is a long series of slip knots. I didn't think of the more horrid version of a slip knot in the South which hung bodies in the air.

There were six boxes exhibited in this image from a show with the Raleigh Fine Art Society in 2020.  There are a total of seven boxes that where hung in a single row at the Ohio Craft Museum also in 2020.

                     

                         Slave Narratives and Old Lace from Raleigh NC show.

Slave Narratives and Old Lace from the Columbus Ohio show.

Box# 1 of series Slave Narratives and Old Lace

Box#2 of series Slave Narratives and Old Lace

Box#3 of series Slave Narratives and Old Lace

Box#4 of series Slave Narratives and Old Lace

Box#5 of series Slave Narratives and Old Lace

Box#6 of series Slave Narrative and Old Lace

Box# 7 of series Slave Narratives and Old Lace

Two of the small narrative scrolls are from ‘Uncle Mad’, as grandmother and her children called him. His name was Madison Griffin. She took a photo of him sitting in a chair with her small children sitting at his feet while he ".....told us about being born a slave and who were the kind masters and who were not.”   How many European Americans still see themselves as masters?

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Pencil & Paper

Pencil and Paper was an exhibit I did with Katherine Cox to put my tactile paper next to her beautiful pencil drawings.  Our idea was to have a quiet gallery space to contemplate simple things that are evocative.  It is a time in our country where loudness, violence, and disruption are all around us.  This is a moment to take a breath.

Ground Swelling

Ancestor Nest

Artist Statement

Marks, made on paper….

Paper, the receptive understatement….

My work begins in the initial space where fibers float and fall.

Water sloshes and fibers settle randomly on the surface of the papermaker’s screen. Fibers become their own surface, dry, still, enclosing and receiving.

I have never gotten over the magic of the process. Paper, beginning with plant and water, offers itself to industry, to the writer and to the artist. As I work with paper, expressive forms come to me from nature to culture, from paper to personal history.  When I make mulberry paper, I harvest long branches. I steam them until I can peel away the warm bark.  It is brown on the outside, but the inner bark is lustrous. I cook the ivory colored inner bark until it is soft. It comes loose into fibers that float in water. 

As I work I draw on paper’s capacity, wet and dry, to enfold and reveal. 

Anticipation

This wall has drawings by Katherine Cox and two pieces of mine called 'Cells' and 'Still'.

Shell