As I accept this everything about my art begins to change. I move away from biological birth images to crone figures that resemble earth divas. The fiery colors mute towards earth tones, the canvas is cut out and ripped off the stretched rectangle. The texture of what is old, worn, furrowed and in the process of decay absorbs me. Painting less, I begin rubbing and drawing with crayon, colored pencils and oil pastels. Playing with the imagery of composting and recycle, I’m able to release some of the awful fear of decline and decay.
"[The Crone] holds an unspeakable wisdom in the very cells of her body. The beauty and the horror of all life are held together in love. Being with her.... we begin to see everything from two sides--the side that is totally in life, and the side that is already dwelling in disembodied soul. The Crone helps us hold the paradox."