MOSAIC

Paper and Acrylic

16 x 11

I can still hear the call to prayer echoing through the hills and valleys of Amman. 

One week after college graduation, I boarded a plane. I spent a summer in Jordan where I lived above a bookstore off Rainbow Street with a friend and assisted the research of an anthropologist focused on the intersection between religion and economy. I was captivated by the echoes of the call to prayer and the soft, delicate desert breeze.

I felt the urge to capture my fleeting time in Amman in some way. I remember searching for an art store online and taking a taxi to an unknown part of the sprawling city. When I arrived I felt like I had found an oasis. I purchased paper, paint, scissors, and glue. I took over a desk in the small apartment and got to work almost every evening. First painting and creating texture, then cutting tiny squares, then diligently gluing hundreds of pieces to make my vision come to life.

The night sky dominates and the call to prayer swirls upward from the glowing green beacons of the mosques. 

I think about my time in Jordan often. It was a deeply important season of my life. I was young and eager and learning about who I was and who I wanted to be.

Paper and Acrylic

16 x 20

I must have been around 8 or 9 years old. A friend invited me for a sleepover and we decided to sleep outside on the trampoline. She lived up on the hill and had a view across to the mountains. I remember being struck by the glow of the moon, illuminating the mountains from behind. As it rose it became a dominating presence, a full Harvest moon, glowing mightily. This image stuck in my imagination and I created this work from memory years later.