The past year was full of change and disruption. After the dust had settled, I continued to feel out of sorts. The signs were all there. Those close tried to tell me, but for months I just couldn’t see it. My proverbial “forest for the trees” – I was facing an uncharacteristic depression. When a dream is changed and shifted, how do you readjust? How do you find beauty in the chaos or color through the doldrums?
Read more
By teasing the limits of creation versus destruction, I returned to making art purely for the journey of it. Attacking rich layers of color carefully stained into wood with carvings exposed the luscious white underneath. Ripping a painting to shreds, no matter how much I loved it, was a tactile pleasure. Systematically stitching the tatters back together into a new form gave me control. Repeatedly drawing delicate patterns onto rice paper, and water-coloring tiny studies
gave me peace. Each work stands alone, but there is power in the repetition. Through the journey, the forest
emerged.
Sara Everett
September 2014
