My work is a way of re-shaping the everyday objects in the world into another perhaps unexpected experience. I am basically a collector and translator of symbols. In the transformative process of making objects, I am constantly opening myself to deeper learning, striving to lift the veils of the physical world and enter the realm of the spirit. I am interested in the fundamental mystery, in drawing connections between disparate objects and elucidating relationships between similar materials. For instance, How can thread be used to represent purling water? Or what is the relationship between a canopy of islands floating overhead to islands rising up from the depth of the ocean floor? Or how is the smallest nuclear particle similar to a far off galaxy? I think about the fleeting, ephemeral nature of a butterfly and the seeming solidity of a chunk of mica as if it is an equation. What can you add or subtract to come up with a new possibility?

I like the idea of illuminating the world around us, as if I have a flashlight sending out a beam onto one pinpoint. And hopefully, that beam will radiate out, shape-shift again and again and join with another source of light. The conscious experiencing of ourselves, our lives and work is known as witnessing. In the making of art we are fine-tuning the sensual media we are all born with. All searching for illumination, for the irresistible entanglement of every creative endeavor seems to me to be a longing for a deeper,
mystical union.

Does a garden
ever really belong to you
or do you belong to the garden?

I think of the garden as a bit of magic, like traveling down the rabbit hole into Alice’s Wonderland. First you have to agree that your
consciousness will probably be altered; so you find the bottle that says Drink Me and you have entered an atmosphere of surprising intimacy.

A garden is made up of small rooms, chambers into the imagination. In ours, there are many parts that are always changing, filled with visual surprises and collaborations with nature like the sand room, the rock room, the healing garden room, the turtle pond room, the amphitheater room, the strawberry patch room, the meditation room, the fountain room , the dragon room, the secret garden room, the Chinese scholar room, the relationship room, the lily pond room, the vegetable garden room, the bat hotel room, the stream room, the Indian swing room, and the maypole room, to name a few.

All these chambers join together to form a map, a landscape into the soul, a map that charts the journey of our lives and the lives of the creatures and plants who have intersected with our life at one time or another. You could say a garden is a living sculpture that charts relationships through love.

Rebecca DiDomenico

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