Intentionally challenging to peer into, like a secret or a sacred place, the diminutive environments inside encapsulate their own world.
ceramics, birds nest, eggshell, yarn, iron
ceramic, silk flower, yarn
A Black-eyed Susan is a flower that, according to folk lore, is the namesake for a woman who wept so much for her lover that her eyes were black from crying.
Symbolically they represent justice. Its golden petals shine a light to its otherwise dark center, similar to how justice should bring light in the darkness.
I also read that the Black-eyed Susan can be the symbol of encouragement. It is a plant that, in its determination to survive, will bloom where it's planted, and will bloom in the dead heat of the summer when most other living things are giving up, shriveling and dying.
I want to live in a world where the ideas of justice and encouragement can exist in the same space without being so jarring and where justice can be trusted to bring the light into the darkness in more than a poetic way. I feel we all have so much to cry about that we should all have black eyes.
Black-eyed Jennifer. Black-eyed me, Black-eyed you.
But, ultimately, I still hold onto to the hope that something bright can bloom in the middle of all this heat and opression, and possibly carry seeds for a better future.
The vessel series is a body of work comprised of pinch pot style sculptures. The small size of the work lends to an intimate study and celebration of women’s bodies that can often times feel rejected by society.
Often the process of creating becomes becomes a discovery within itself. These slip cast and hand build structures and clay forms are combined with objects collected from nature or rescued from thrift stores. Bringing objects together in specific combinations, looking to reignite the magic and residual energy and reconstruct a narrative based in dreams, personal mythology and shared memories.
An unborn child, an embryo, an egg. Shrodinger in-utero. Pure potential. It can be a burden to a person with a uterus trying to conceive as well as one who isn’t but is expected to. It can be a lifelong dream. The idea of creating, supporting and caring for a life outside of one’s own can be a lovely reality or nightmare at any step along the way. It’s a womb of limitless love and heartache. The role of mother, woman, and creator come in many shapes and forms. No matter the journey it happens alone inside of her.
Fields is interested in ideas of identity, vulnerability, sexuality, as well as issues of social and cultural constructs like gender roles and status. By exploring both the physical and metaphorical shapes of women in her work she thinks about the roles women play, both willingly and from pressure or expectations.
