i went to an art talk once by bill viola. he held up a tea cup. he said this tea cup had been just a dish in a cupboard, until the day his mother died. on that day it became a relic. every moment his mother had spent touching, holding, drinking from this cup became a history of a time during which she existed. and now that she was gone, this once mundane object became priceless to him. i think that idea seated itself in my mind as a fingerprint; an invisible relic of human presence. this year I was asked by stefanie dykes, a talented local artist, to participate in collective experience. the show included a collection of artists, all of whom had participated in ernesto pujol's durational performance piece at the salt lake city capitol called awaiting. collective experience was a powerful retrospective of a talented group of creators influenced in their own way by the life-changing experience of an all-night silent walking meditation around the capitol building. i will remember that sunrise for the rest of my life.
three cotton thread on silk tapestries of fingerprints also hung in the show.