There has been much worth letting go of in recent years, yet I still feel an atmospheric pull to try and tie the air back together, to weave something grounding where I am. Consumed by various distractions, disappointments, and environmental consequences, through much of my work, I’m reacting to the weight of distance and a lost sense of home. With each crafted connection, I attempt to hold space for desired reconnections, renewed sense of hope, or maybe even some bluer skies.

In reaction to changes in how we navigate the boundaries between our communal and domestic spaces, my work also considers our physical, personal, and political boundaries. Collisions of textures and materiality, put viewers at odds with the familiar, inviting them to confront distance, restraint, and the claims they stake with each other.

01. 2024


(c) stacy Isenbarger 2023