Here goes, Mare

In making these pieces I hoped to capture a moment.  I guess that’s what we’re all really trying to do.  We can’t recreate the beauty of nature, we can only capture a moment in time that we were experiencing it.

These pieces are meant to be underfoot.  Not just because I want to keep making utilitarian objects, but to make a statement.  Instead of looking ahead, away from ourselves; how often do we take a moment to look down at where we’re standing.  Where we are now.  Be in the moment, and be a part of it.

To look down at where you’re standing is to be still, and stopped and in the here and now, no matter where you are.  To do so outside, in the woods, instead of looking at a myriad of trees, sometimes indistinct (at least to my own tired eyes), and hear a far off bird, or see the movement of leaves that tells of a small animal; look down.  You see the layers of leaves, like time that has passed.  They’ve left imprints of themselves on each other.  You see the moss and the grass and the small insects that we might not notice if we just go blithely on our way.  In the stillness, we don’t just hear the sounds of the forest, but we hear our own breathing and the beating of our hearts.