Collection: The Ether Artworks
These paintings feel like dreamscapes. Worlds made of ink, canvas, and something in-between. I think of them as the ETHER artworks.
In ancient Greek thought, ether was the fifth element - the invisible substance that connected the heavens to earth, the bridge between matter and spirit. That feels close to what I’m reaching for here.
The ink seeps into raw canvas like memory, like weather. A form appears, a stitched shell, a mountain emerges from the thread. These pieces unfolded slowly over months, never rushed - just like the questions that live beneath them.
Where do we go when we’re no longer here? What do we carry through the generations? How do we arrive in this world? I’m not a mother, but I often wonder what it truly means to mother. Can we mother ourselves, our ideas, the women who hold us? Is it possible, despite the pressures of society, to feel a sense of belonging without that role, or does belonging begin with ourselves? How does Mother Nature mother us all?
These paintings hold that soft wondering. The earth, the sky, the body. Things lost and things becoming.
