Refraction through Perenniality, Stoneware, 2025Lenses 1-6, Stoneware and Mixed Media, 2025Refraction through my Favorite Window, Fibers and Stoneware, 2025Refraction through Circadian Rhythm, Stoneware and Aluminum, 2025Refraction through Fragmentation, Fibers and Mixed Media, 2025I’ve spent this season thinking about refraction, light moving through two transparencies. Refraction is manipulative alchemy, no tangible change, just a new lens to move through. I see it through the window I consider my favorite, in the apparition of a broken pencil in a cup of water, in looking through your glasses with a prescription that is not mine, in the light through the glass in my kitchen on Thursday, making patterns on my walls. It bends, diffuses and reconfigures, making new shapes- through the windows I look out of with regularity and the window I looked out of only once. When I go home, real home, light refracts through pollen on the pane of the windows, before crossing through the glass. There is an invisible form of refraction too, from the way things feel in a place you know with your eyes closed to somewhere unfamiliar, in the way it seemed at the beginning versus the end, and the textures a memory holds depending on when you recollect it. Sometimes, you look at someone you know, and they look like a stranger, and that can be refraction too. The objects here refract the thoughts that are always in my pocket- through medium, through sleep, through metaphor and season.