My art pieces are extensions of my personality and values. They reflect my philosophy on life; a philosophy which honors the timelessness of Nature’s beauty. Time itself cannot eclipse Nature’s wonders, and my purpose as an artist is to capture but a . . .

This study will focus on the symbols for chastity contained in the Madonna of Jan Vos. While the painting contains several allusions to this virtue, the discussion will concentrate on just two of those motifs, the tower and the crown. A third motif wi . . .

Introduction: This collection illustrates the result of more than two years of experimentation in sculpture with materials and techniques that I have never used before. Prior to my arrival in the USA in 1968, I had been involved with traditional mater . . .

I feel a creative impulse. That mystical, often mythic, motivation, that some say, sets the artist apart. Lucy Lippard, in “Six Years and the Dematerialization of Art” says …”They (artists) are such in that they choose to effect". Though the source of . . .

The primary concern of this project is to document the fiber preparation and the weaving process of the wraparound lava lava skirt worn by the women in the Western Caroline Islands of Micronesia and to send the information back to them for their futur . . .

My work draws on materiality and form to evoke reckless empathy. The state of being recklessly empathic is to remain fearless, and perhaps even foolishly open to and aware of possibilities in the midst of chaos. It is trust and risk in the face of imm . . .

This thesis project demonstrates how life stories about homeless African Americans contextualize the making of original artwork in the form of abstracted relief prints. The goal of this work is to use printmaking processes as a form of activism for so . . .

The basic concepts in the primal structures in “Ink and Glass” emerged from the study of biomorphic slides of the building blocks of life. These fundamental structures consist of such ingredients as hormones, molecules, genes and vitamins as observed . . .

It seems as though it was only yesterday, the first time I held a manual SLR camera, allowing the shutter to capture a bit of light falling on a grey card that lay propped up against the old house. The camera belonged to my stepmother's father who had . . .

For me, life expresses itself in rhythms, The beat is either loud pathos of struggle bursting to make itself known, or the essence has been reached, and only the soft, glimmering acceptance of a new thought begins to flow peaceably. Yet, neither beat . . .