New Yorkers first gathered in remembrance of the losses and heroism
of September 11, the image of a broken but recognizable sphere graced
the site, the 25 foot high sculpture by Fritz Koenig salvaged from
the wreckage, victim, victor, voyager.The circle speaks to us reassuringly
of the celestial and the everyday, the eternal moon reflected in a
bucket of water in our kitchen door. The circle has been an important
image in my work, and has recently taken the form of the labyrinth.
Thanks to the vision of my husband Ted, we have a canvas labyrinth
in four satchels under the stairs, ready to be unfurled from time to
time for a journey in and back out again. We’ve been privileged
to share it with people of all ages and situations, many of whom have
left poetry behind on bits of paper like prayers. Our labyrinth is
patterned after the floor of Chartres Cathedral, that worn seven hundred
year old stone path, between the sublime blue skyward windows and the
stair down into the Isis temple below.
series has gone from the child in
the center of an oak grove, to dolphins swimming to a sacred phone “call,” to
a tattoo on a young seeker. This exploration is ongoing in both photography
and montage work.