How does one live life after becoming an invisible woman?
It feels as though my life is a mirror and someone threw a rock, shattering it into pieces. In the past, I would try to glue those pieces back together.
But, no, I will make a new life of beautiful pieces of sea glass, hand blown glass, each piece unique in its creativity, the flaws easy to see, and skips and mistakes. A transparency, slightly wavy, honest and sincere, nothing masked, truly open, smudged and slightly dirty but beautiful in its imperfection.
A series of monotypes with ink and pencil drawing, solvent transfer, cellophane and metallic papers, and cut outs.
