I am a fan of serendipitous exploration.
I begin quietly, sitting with my choice of materials — paper, graphite, watercolor, ink — then wander through the process.
Using teabags, infusions, and my own marks, I lead the viewer's attention to the subtle colors and textures so that familiar things are seen with new eyes. Line and stroke become gesture. Folds and variations in transparency both reveal and obscure, contributing to an aura of mystery or enigma.
What is it about teabags…why do I keep returning to them, searching for new ways to express myself through them? Something about the size…small, but not too small. And the texture…delicate yet resilient, wrinkled yet still beautiful. And therein the mystique, and the metaphor: Where have they been, what thoughts were thought while sipping the brew they produced, what dreams, what plans, what possibilities?
to infuse: 1. to soak or steep in liquid; 2. to fill, pervade, inspire