I created this piece with the recognition of how essential our sister bonds are—especially now, as the rights of women and the well-being of our Mother Earth are being catastrophically violated. The most enduring, funny, supportive, inspiring, and deep relationships in my life have been with women. With my sister-friends behind me, everything thus far has been possible. These are the ones I truly believe I was born to walk this life path with—women with whom I have reclaimed authenticity and power. They have been my strongest allies as we’ve made enduring differences in the world with clear intent and purpose.
At the same time, I want to acknowledge how painful and devastating it is when those bonds fracture—between sisters, friends, mothers, and daughters. Two of my oldest and dearest friendships, each decades long, have been severed in the past two years. I’m still stunned and grieving, often ruminating on what went wrong. I had imagined us continuing across the threshold into old age together. Now I am learning to accept that they are not with me in this new phase.
It’s important to feel and witness the pain of such loss; I am not pushing it aside. And still, because of who I am, I also see this experience as part of a learning journey. The depth of this ache reveals how much I am capable of loving. It feels as though the spirit of those friendships—the container that held them—still exists, holding the preciousness of what remains and making space for new bonds to form. In this way, the bowl in this sculpture takes on new meaning.
I created this piece with the recognition of how essential our sister bonds are—especially now, as the rights of women and the well-being of our Mother Earth are being catastrophically violated. The most enduring, funny, supportive, inspiring, and deep relationships in my life have been with women. With my sister-friends behind me, everything thus far has been possible. These are the ones I truly believe I was born to walk this life path with—women with whom I have reclaimed authenticity and power. They have been my strongest allies as we’ve made enduring differences in the world with clear intent and purpose.
At the same time, I want to acknowledge how painful and devastating it is when those bonds fracture—between sisters, friends, mothers, and daughters. Two of my oldest and dearest friendships, each decades long, have been severed in the past two years. I’m still stunned and grieving, often ruminating on what went wrong. I had imagined us continuing across the threshold into old age together. Now I am learning to accept that they are not with me in this new phase.
It’s important to feel and witness the pain of such loss; I am not pushing it aside. And still, because of who I am, I also see this experience as part of a learning journey. The depth of this ache reveals how much I am capable of loving. It feels as though the spirit of those friendships—the container that held them—still exists, holding the preciousness of what remains and making space for new bonds to form. In this way, the bowl in this sculpture takes on new meaning.
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