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My mother had a dream of peppering the world with arks, mainly of the Noah variety, for children to play with. She didn’t believe there were enough arks in the world and in her fantasy, she along with my father’s help (who, by the way never touched a wood working tool in his life) would make them together in their old age. The simplest reason I make arks is that I see them not so much as a religious symbol but as a universal image of hope in a troubled time. It carries with it a vision of wiping the slate clean and starting all over. I see the ark as a symbol of faith in our own ability to move slowly towards a goal. Just like a ship builder commits daily, repetitive tasks until the ship is built and ready to set sail, we all do small repetitive acts in order to reach a final destination of peace, be it internal or external on a larger scale. When we are ready with our ideas and tasks motivating us we push forward, away from the shore with faith in ourselves and those we may meet along the way. I carry my mother’s dream with me as I create arks for the world and use it’s imagery to help me push off from the shore and into my new life as full time artist and image maker. |
