This is a series that has been on my mind for well over a year, taking different forms in my sketchbook, playing with different materials, dimensions, shapes, and meaning. It required a great deal of planning, measuring & mathematics before I could begin construction, and as I plotted, it continued to reinvent itself. Strange that these mirrors have traveled with me while my mind pondered, initially, the life of an artist as empath, then evolved further after extensive conversations with a friend regarding her thesis on epilepsy and mirror neurons, conversations which now seem like eerie harbingers of my fate. Now it seems to reflect the three, which work in enduring concert: artist, empath, epileptic.
It does not end here; this series will continue, and most likely be published in the future with essays written by my aforementioned friend. There is much more to learn from this yoke I have carried.
Constructed by hand out of recycled leather, stitched with 154 individual mirrors.