Flower photo by Brenna Busse
April 29, 2016

Each of us is emerging in every moment...

The word elegiac — is usually reserved for the somber remembering of the dead through ponderous verse. I heard the amazing poet and philosopher, David Whyte speak recently. His thoughts on elegy as both recognition of loss and celebration of what is lost resonated with me deeply.

Those who know my work, know that it has changed in the last year and a half.  My work has simplified. In this ongoing series, I use all clay for the figures; sticks, wire and acrylic paint are added after firing. There is always a bird — or two or three.

These images are an elegy for my sister Janet, who died two years ago, April 29. They embody our shared love and embrace of the verdant, living world. The birds are her spirit presence. They are a celebration of the way she touches my life – even now. Perhaps, especially now...