This, a portal that separates the tamed agricultural landscape and the wild and overgrown verdant oasis of the Art Farm Residency in the plains of central Nebraska.

The gate in this sculpture was found in a dilapidated barn at a horse stable that my mother works at, tending to horses in her old age. That very same stable I frequented with my father as a child while he did equine veterinary work. I was raised by my late father, not having much relationship with my mother growing up. Finding them having worked in the same space separated by decades is a fascination to me, passages of labor and connection. While in Nebraska over the summer I fell in love with the potential of the gate, to be a passage from one space to another (wild/tame), from one time to another, and from individual to individual.

A gate that once held in, now creates passage. A gate that delineates boundary, calls attention to the confines of space. A gate that invites, beckons for alternate perspective.