Now showing at WEND Jewelry May & June 2024

Artist reception and opening on Thursday May 9th and June 13th from 5 to 8pm at West Seattle Art Walk 

Laura Anders

Fusing imagery with poetry and layering star charts with landscapes, these metallic prints are a collection of what began as love notes to myself and are now a love letter to you. My grandfather was an atmospheric physicist, and my earliest memories are of studying the night sky and counting stars with him. Since I can remember, I’ve been enamored with the notion that the stars are always shining, but we can’t always see them because the brilliance of the sun obscures their light. As astrophysicist Carl Sagan says, “We are made of star stuff. The nitrogen in our DNA, the calcium in our teeth, the iron in our blood, the carbon in our apple pies we made in the interiors of collapsing stars.” How brilliant is this? 

Each piece of the collection is printed on metal. They are lightweight, scratch resistant, and waterproof, with a reputation for longevity. These limited edition prints have unique dyes directly infused onto specifically coated aluminum sheets, resulting in vibrant images with a distinctive sheen. They’re perfectly happy in humid spaces like bathrooms and even outside, but not so good in prolonged direct sunlight. They’re ready to hang on a wall, or happy to hang out on a shelf with your collectables.

Dear Heart,

Aren’t you a stunning organ of vitality, disco balling your life force through my limbs, despite my slightly-slouched, sorta cranky but hanging in there skin bagged spirit? You’re looking sexy, thrumming to the high-hat of my life, breakbeat dancing to the bah-rah-ta-tat-tat of the morning commute, a blossoming bird burgeoning into a brilliance of over-alliteration in the most humbly beautiful way that only you can. My heart. MY heart! Damn. I’m a lucky human to have you, all this time. With all the hurts and the wows and the in-betweens of every moment of my life until now, and every moment until we’re dine with this dance. Are you really mine?

If your autonomic beat isn’t the definition of poetry, I don’t know what is.

Clearly, I’m crushing on you, hard. I can’t help myself because you…you…you are a shimmer on the horizon, flirting with me, an unabashed howl of flame. I’m so in love with your love. I see it in sunshine petals, in parking lot puddles, in rain spattered windows, in too-late-night lights and just-before-dawn yawns. I see you everywhere, dear Heart. In the sky. The Sound. In canyons and churches. In Buddha and in spring evening bokeh. You sing in light and dream in treble and bass.

You are universal. Despite divisions and distance, your cadence connecting everyone to everything. Effortlessly. Effervescently. Keeping us forever in the syzygy of our pulse. So I can’t help but fall in love with you, again. And again. Again.

I love you, dear Heart.

Love,

Laura Anders