bridget martin

Wandering and noticing and gathering

from sea

and sky

and land

Nature’s gifts

Moments of stillness in a chaotic world. Hold these moments. Keep them close.

I contemplate the growing series of small pieces I am calling held.
They are made of recycled cardboard, various papers, paint, charcoal and ink, fabric and thread. They are layers and bundles, fragments and scraps.

They are tattered and torn, frayed and fragile, weathered and worn. This is the stuff of life – messy, imperfect, precarious, precious.

Each one holds memories, longings, hopes and regrets. Each one holds something personal. A whisper from heart and soul. Each one is an unfolding story.