Somewhere on a red dirt road flanked by corrugated tin lean - tos painted blue / green like a sea that is nowhere to be found, by waxy green leaves of false banana trees and round huts the
same color as the
ground, miles every day she
walks in rubber flip flops toward the well and back again, red kerchief
over her braids, carrying a burden of water, dreaming a shared dream.
Fusing together form, process and perception, her stages take the
same gradual curves and twists of the brush, the knife, and the sewing machine, and extend it out into physical space, both introducing a similar meandering pathway to the viewer's experience of the works, and simultaneously drawing a connection to the weeds» presence «below,» the idea that the
ground we
walk on is extended
over that of natural earth.