Not Everything In Today Is Now

November 1, 2022 - November 30, 2022
Images Cinema, Williamstown, MA

multimedia art exhibit featuring:
Ashley Weeks Cart, Levi Cohen-McFall, Lizzie Whitman, Phoebe Moriarty Lev, and Anna Moriarty Lev

Y entre morir y renacer

no hay tanto

espacio, ni es tan dura

la frontera.

Es redonda la luz como un anillo

y nos movemos en su movimiento.

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And between death and rebirth

there is not so much

space, nor is the border

so thick.

It is round, the light, a ring

and we move in its movement.

~Pablo Neruda
From the poem No Todo Es Hoy En El Dia, from the collection Manos Del Dia

Art gallery display featuring framed botanical photographs and yellow floral garlands on a gray wall, with potted plants at the bottom.
Art exhibit featuring framed botanical photographs and flower garlands on a gray wall.
Decorative houseplants in knitted covers, surrounded by orange and yellow paper flowers, on a black metal stand against a gray wall.
Three tiered plant stand with potted green plants, each pot wrapped in colorful knitted covers, surrounded by yellow and orange paper flowers, set against a brown wall and tiled floor.
Potted plant with green leaves in a knit cover, surrounded by orange and yellow paper flowers on a black stand.

This work is a juxtaposition of the texture and color of life during a season of darkness and hibernation. Three plants grown from the vast array I acquired during the early, hard days of Covid-lockdown. I brought green life inside my home as an antidote to isolation. Now, cuttings from their mother plants are wrapped lovingly in handknit, cheerful koozies. I knit for those I love. The plants are no exception. I knit as meditation. As therapy. The past three years I have been more prolific than ever. 

These plants are surrounded by still lifes made in a corner of my home with dried milkweed pods found during daily dog walks, walks that were one of the only constants during three years of uncertainty. Still lifes that were forced outcroppings in a yearning for creative outlet and are now a love language unto themselves. 

There is beauty in the dying. There is life.

Milkweed seed pod with seeds and silky fibers against a black background.