BOBBI ADAMS

ARTIST'S STATEMENT
 


'Creation'  Digital Photograph  1999

My materials are physical fragments of the earth mother,
 birthed in pain, yet grounded.  
Transformed by water and fire, 
these physical fragments
Grow into new beings,
Kneaded by my hands like bread.

The color reveals Inner Light.  To bear and to nurture is
Feminine work.
Pain and death precede the harvest.
Cutting, drying, separating, transforming.

The earth is my mother.
I am a flower fed by the earth.
Cotton flowers turn pink with age, not gray.
I am red.
My garden and I are one.
I worship there.
Roots in mother, head to sun.
Ego sum.
I.

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