Water is rife with tension; it is the source of creation and destruction. The literary canon is filled with characters who tangle with the power of water and its gods: from Odysseus and Prospero, to the films of James Cameron and Hayao Miyazaki.
This series — The Third Eye of the Storm — began as a meditation on my fear of drowning; I began working while watching a gender-bent adaptation of The Tempest starring Helen Mirren as Prospera. The primary relationship of the play suddenly mother-daughter, I was thrust into an unexpected tempest of my own, processing my evolving relationship as my mother’s caregiver after years of navigating this stormy relationship.
Water is the source of life; so, too, our mothers. The ocean’s dance with the moon is one that has been worshiped and celebrated through ritual and art for millennia. That tension – the pull between the ocean and the moon, between life and death, creation and destruction, mothers and their children, vengeance and love–is the source of this body of work.