Mary Shisler

Artist Statement

I find black as a restful emptiness into which anything may emerge and disappear again. Its mystery provides a sense of potential and possibility.The First Nations thought black was good because it was the color of soil, which gives life.

The insects have a beautiful mystery to them and an incredible fragility not only in terms of the physical selves, but also their continued existence. Dragonflies exist only in the presence of pure water and the forests of the Lunar Moth disappear.