I made both prints around the same time, one on paper and the other on plywood. These were first attempts at capturing the mass and movement of a dancer through single images. One led to a new photographic portrait series, the other to life-sized sculptures. The two bodies of work grew, developed, and travelled off to shows–but these initial, instinctual pieces remained as constants in my studio.  As unadorned and initially flawed drafts, they gained more resonance and weight to me as time passed.

As I incorporated steel, they eventually solidified as sculptures of their own.

A steel echoing the one of my studio door. A door where that silver dancer was held by magnets this whole time, saluting me at the end of each day before I turned the lights off on my way out.