SUSAN WILSON

During my years with children my house and figural forms held not only my family but also my imaginings.  I tell stories about child bearing, about being together and alone, about connection and solitude, about dreaming and waiting, about leaving and returning, always hopeful.  I ask questions such as “Is my child still breathing?” and “Can I trust?” and “Will he return?”  These stories and questions float within and around the spaces charged with all that is unresolved.