
indiana road
I was born & raised in Indiana, where I grew up in the rural countryside, surrounded by fields that alternated between corn and soybean crops. Our family didn’t farm, but we were surrounded by those who did. I loved seeing the fields tilled at the beginning of the season, with their systematic furrows outlining the contours of the land, and how rows of crops would visually shifting and align themselves as you were driving by. The land was always subtly changing- from one direction it would appear to be a flat stretch of land, and then from another direction the furrows would shift into orderly lines and grids.
I am continually surprised at how the land I was surrounded by while growing up affects the work I make and what I find intriguing. I haven’t lived in Indiana for the past 4 years, and every time I return I see more nuances in the landscape that I have subconsciously folded into my jewelry and prints.
When I was at Penland, I was listening to a talk given by Hoss Haley, a sculptor in Asheville, NC. At the beginning of the talk he showed a few images of Kansas, and mentioned something like, “I grew up in Kansas, so I’m a minimalist, of course.” Looking at those images of a landscape similar to Indiana & thinking about the work that I create, I realized how my landscape had affected me in a similar way.

powerlines
Structure is an increasingly important facet in my work, and on my more recent visits to Indiana I am realizing why. The expansive fields and skies serve as a canvas to delicate structures like powerlines, granaries, and silos. They are profoundly beautiful in their immense size and shape, but they are also forms that are wrought from pure function. There are no superfluous lines or embellishments- every rivet, crossbar, and swath of steel sheet serves a purpose.

empty granary
The idea that structure itself is beauty, and the bare bones of a form are the beautiful parts, resonates with me on a fairly profound level. I’m grateful that Indiana is so much a part of myself that everything I make is a reworking of my experience of her landscape.

open barn with tangled vines
thanks for reading.







