BC
I have lived two distinctly different lives in my short time on this planet. In the first life, BC (or BeforeChair) as I call it, I was blessed with a good family and the good fortune to attend private school and college during which my appetite for dance and sculpture was kindled. A few years after college, I met and married my husband, we bought a house together and had our first son.
While taming the chaos of our new home’s neglected yard, I found my calling in landscape architecture. It was creative, intellectual, and engaged all my senses. With fresh purpose, I embarked on a new adventure when I enrolled in a landscape architecture program. It may have taken me eight years to graduate, but I felt fully alive.
Fast forward.
It was just two short years after I began working at my dream job at a landscape design firm when I experienced the first of a series of crises. I call everything after that AC (AfterChair).
I had been suffering for days in September 2004 with
excruciating lower back pain that I thought I had from heavy lifting I had been doing on several landscape job sites. My husband was out of town on business so in the wee hours of the 13th, when one of my legs started giving out and I could no longer void my bladder, I called a neighbor to drive me to the hospital and one of my sisters to watch my sleeping children. It soon became clear that the horrific pain that sent me to the ER was not temporary. I was paralyzed from the waist down.
Four years later, almost on the anniversary of my injury, an unexpected aftershock shook my world even harder: My husband left our marriage. I felt even more broken, inadequate, and alone. I didn’t realize how close I was to falling off the proverbial edge until I completed Precipice (left).
AC
Narrating my story in sculptural form was a salve for my battle-weary soul. While most titles may hint at my emotional state during my journey, they are meant to be neither literal nor chronological. Aside from the occasional periods of angst, (read the inspiration behind Unfurling) my forms serve as uplifting reminders that no matter how hard the world pushes against me, there is something in me that is stronger – something better, pushing right back.
What form would your story take? Let me create a sculpture that will express and celebrate a particularly transformative period, struggle, or triumph in your or a loved one’s life.
Let’s work together and let me create a sculpture that brings your story to life.