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Solar Temple


Obelisks are markers. In my work, like thought they are amalgamations of random bits, an aggregate of shards, shreds, and scraps that I can’t bear to let go of.They are also a recollection of light and color in the sky and water. Mixed in are dreams of wind on the marshes where I live. Copper wire and other detritus is a mycelium that binds this chaos together. As memory markers, they hold me tethered to beautiful moments.


In the ancient world Steles, Cairns, and Hermes, were relatives to the obelisk with specific purposes. They were memorials erected to commemorate important events, define boundaries and mark both gravesites and pathways. 

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