Sometimes I feel split in two, walking between dense and more dense thoughts, wonderings, and desires. Picking paths along established tracks, and then venturing into other footsteps, like those of the animals in my backyard. The porcupine, bear, and coyotes guard the ridge of glacial erratics–they disappear into the massive rocks, where do they go? I sometimes wish I could vanish in a similar way…but into my den of making.
The above image is from Tracks, a series of fifteen 13×13 inch square compositions. Each piece is part of a larger tree rubbing that I transformed through the addition of little painted dots and tracks with ink. My favorite five come together to form a much larger piece. Each of them are individually framed and they currently are on exhibit at Pioneer Spine&Sport in Lenox, MA.