To be firmly determined, resolved, to intend to go or to move by leaping.
Something secured in place.
To be tied to; as in duty- bound.
Very likely, certain, expected to….as in, it’s bound to happen.
A point or line beyond which a person or thing cannot go.
To be both going somewhere as well as tied to one place….
Words are often the first threshold I cross when considering a new body of work. Starting from where I found myself; grateful to be in mid-life (mostly), joyful, with 2 kids, a great job- but also wrestling, too with commonplace, mid-life fears, responsibilities and obligations; the word “bound” in all its permutations, spoke to me. Colored ribbons serve as symbols within our culture, visual reminders of what people support, value or believe in. This project embraces that idea, my hope is to create a veritable constellation around our community- one suggesting the many ways in which we all are, or can be – bound together.
I spend a good deal of my time trying to make meaningful objects with my hands. It is what I have dedicated my adulthood to. Much like a plumber fixes a sink or my daughter’s teacher explains fractions, creating is one facet of how I contribute to this community. “Bound” stemmed from a simple desire to give of what I know and value, as much acknowledgment and appreciation for what others do and bring to Baton Rouge.
Over several months I made small ceramic bows. Kathryn Hunter, the owner of Blackbird Letterpress donated the colorful tags. On a small group of tags I wrote a concise message to a variety of people (some I know, some I don’t) whose contributions to Baton Rouge I have admired, valued and appreciated. In turn, I provided each recipient additional tag’s to pass on to others in the same spirit. All tagged recipients get to choose one bow as a gift, for free. All other untagged bows were available for a donation, 100% of which went to support Baton Rouge Gallery, a place I cherish for our community.