At the moment I find myself working on a farm and I have a live/work space that resembles the skeleton of an old barn. If I apply a little imagination, my current residence is not unlike the bones of the abandoned farm houses that populate Mercer County, Missouri, home of my pioneer ancestors.
Serendipitously, a friend from the farm introduced me to the musician, Clint Davis. I shared the names, date, places and faces that I had excavated from the bottom of an old box my mother inherited from her mother. Clint is from Kentucky and felt a genuine affinity for the stories of the people’s lives I was beginning to unravel. Clint’s select picks from his extensive catalogue in Americana music filled in the narrative of the script.
While I began sculpting the puppets and sets for the dioramas Clint also worked on composing original music for his band to play and record. Images and music: a dialogue had begun and a new collaborative process was born!
