My
passion for MOSAICS
began long before I recognized
it. I've always been drawn to fragments. Fragments of anything, really. I
was the dotty old man pocketing bits of colored glass or flattened curls of
wire from parking lots even as a young girl. I didn't necessarily do anything
with them, other than saving them as Obvious Treasure, but they held for me
mysteries of other lives, greater wholes, and the almost unspeakable possibility
of using a tiny, tossed-aside relic as stimulus that might allow a glimpse
into greater understanding.
For me, mosaic
art is a high form of spending hours. It gives me great pleasure to choose
similar or disparate fragments and place them in a manner that might arouse
the emotions, instill the urge to touch, or raise a question that nags even
after the art is forgotten.
