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I Can't See It, 2017, stoneware

I personally have struggled to see where religion has influenced my life beyond the large and obvious encounters – church, Christian education, summer Holiness Camps. Beyond compromised family relationships and my own search for meaning, just how far down have these experiences made their mark on my being?


The likely truth: My mind and body is stamped, my skin a patterned cloth, but my history runs together and I cannot see the trees for the forest. I know they are there, but I just can’t see them. This image is about my own situatedness. In drawing this pattern line by line, I can begin to investigate each cross and where it sits in my lens. I can determine its size, look for its shadow. I can examine my own story.

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