The idea of STRANDS goes beyond the concept of loss and entanglement. Its definition points to threads, one or few, twisted hair, and to leave aground or ashore. STRANDS — is unveiled in photographs, poetry, sound and folded paper — it is tantamount to a cinematic universe of a life once lived. My recent journey took me thousands of miles from home - centuries back in time to the island of San Servelo.  An island that only recently ceased to function as an insane asylum.  This journey hints at the life of an imaginary woman institutionalized here.  A journey presented in 13 diptychs pointing to an exploration of the internal and external.  An inward exploration of the losses we experience when we are torn apart from our lives and those we love. We seek acceptance and peace knowing that life has no end and space and time are one - over and over again. 

STRANDS is dedicated to those who lived on San Servelo.



You dance with wild abandon upon my pillow
Your shadow grazes my neck
A trace remains ... haunting
Of where your sweet face lay with mine
The air hangs heavy
Your scent lingers still
Persephone weeps
Only silence - dark foreboding silence
And the scent of your body next to mine remains
... in the strands of my hair upon the pillow