Blast from the Past

Over Thanksgiving, my mother unearthed a photograph of the very first mobile I ever made. This was during my senior year in high school, 20+ years ago. The mobile itself is lost to history. I think it was 3 or 4 feet tall, possibly more, although objects have a tendency to grow in one's memory.

It would be 14 years before I made another mobile.

Looking back, I'm struck by how much more fluid my visual style used to be -- inky shapes with sweeping lines and thorny cusps. When I returned to making art, nearly 8 years ago, I adopted a tightly controlled geometric vocabulary, influenced by the revival of mid-century modern design at the time.

It makes me wonder where I would be now if I had continued down that earlier path.