I am intrigued by the surface of steel. Steel holds a universal truth inherent within its make up, that all time moves forward and things grow old with age. The rust and the process thereof is a manifest expression of the transient materiality of life. With the passing of time and its inevitable eroding nature, materiality turns to dust. While exploring this idea of the transitory nature of being, I am forced to ask are we a product of where we come from? Is where we come from genetically imprinted on us?
The monarch butterfly and its migratory puzzle continue to play influence on the meaning within my work.” The butterfly that goes from Canada to Mexico and partway back lives six to nine months, but when it mates and lays eggs, it may have gotten only as far as Texas, and breeding butterflies live only about six weeks. So a daughter born on a Texas prairie goes on to lay an egg on the South Dakota high way divider that becomes a granddaughter. That leads to a great granddaughter born in a Winnipeg backyard. Come autumn, how does she find her way back to the same grove in Mexico that sheltered her great-grandmother?”
As an orphan myself, how do we know where we come from, is the fact that my great grand parents where not from this land inform who I am? Is where I am going directed by them? Is who I am genetically imprinted on me and will it mold my future? How does a leaderless orphan find her way home?
The New York Times
Science and Technology
Monarch Butterflies Pose a Migratory Puzzle
By Donald G. McNeil Jr.
Pg. 6 October 2006