Bed Series #1**
“My life flows out like water. My bones are scattered. My heart, like wax, is melted.”
Book of Psalms
The concept and work for this installation began in January, 2017. It led me to firing ranges in rural Alamance and Orange Counties, NC, to collect 5-gal. buckets of assorted spent bullet shells, some donated and some purchased. There are approximately 15,000 5-mm shells in the blanket.
The finger numbing, meticulous job of weaving and gluing these shells became a meditative act that extended to regular walks over a year’s time in the Hillsborough Town Cemetery near my home. There, I collected discarded family grave flowers that had been separated and blown far afield by the wind. Each flower or arrangement here represents someone’s specific grief, love and loss.
Materials
Discarded cemetery flowers, 9 mm spent bullet shells, rubberized mesh, gauze, basin, plastic, bed frame, inflatable mattress
2018
**Note about Bed Series The bed is my ultimate place of safety and retreat. On a broader level the bed is where some of the most important events of our lives occur: conception, birth, illness, death, sex, intimacy, sleep, dreams, rejuvenation, safety and trauma. We are perhaps most vulnerable when asleep in our beds and sadly for many that vulnerability is abused through sexual assault and other forms of betrayal. What happens in our beds, good and bad, can set the tone of our life. Hence, my fascination with the bed as metaphor.