Cat Cramer

Alaska is my lifeblood. A lifetime sculpted by layers of experience, laughter and tragedy. Across the many communities I lived, friendships grown and lost, this place is in my bones. The diverse culture, the abundant wildlife…my heart beats to its rhythms and my blood flows through its season, sometimes jubilant, sometimes a slow determined trudge. I see beauty in all its tones and temperatures. I never fail to stop and admire the sunrise or the way light dances across flowing water.

And while I constantly admire this changing life, my hands are ever creating, sculpting the things around me, remembering.

I remember the puffins in Dutch Harbor. I remember the stink of the whales breathing next to our boat. I remember the fox den I visited all summer while the kits played. Summers gold mining, summers on a sheep ranch. Winters reading in cozy nooks. Layers and layers of a life that needs remembering.

And that is what I do now. I use metal as my medium as I re-explore these memories of mine.  They are a record of my life. Of the experiences lived and loved. I remember such a wonderful life. Now is my time of creation.